Some of you must consider the subject header here to be an oxymoron (for non-anglophones, that's a contradiction in terms, as in "deafening silence"). But I'm going to try an experiment here, and if it generates any interest, I'll stick with it. I'm slowly wending my way through Elizabeth Wilson's "Shostakovich, a Life Remembered" (Princeton University Press, 1994, ISBN 0-691-04465-1), and I propose to report on some of what I consider are some of the highlights of the book. My own interest in Shostakovich goes back to my formative years, when I was rather taken by his symphonies (particularly #5) and was puzzled over the common perception- encouraged by the Soviet government- that DCSH was some type of steely apologist for the Soviet system. I recall being disappointed by that, and was inclined to attribute it to the effectiveness of the Soviet propaganda machine, to be regarded in the same light as Winston coming to love Big Brother, while also regarding his alleged allegiance with some suspicion. Correcting that perception is, in my mind, one of the achievements of Wilson's book, although I think she does not go nearly as far as Solomon Volkov did in his book "Testimony ...", in which DCSH was portrayed as an anti-communist who lead an embittered double life. ["Testimony" was purportedly related orally to Volkov by the composer, a claim which generated much controvery.] Before getting started, a note about the author. Elizabeth Wilson is an English cellist who studied with Jacqueline du Pre under Rostropovich at the Moscow Conservatory. Her biography of Shostakovich presents him within the social nad historical context of his time, and does so to a large extent by quoting reminiscences of those who knew him. Although written by a musician, the book does not attempt to deal with his musical output [Q: was this decision made to sell more books?] I, in turn, will quote and paraphrase episodically from Wilson, which will inevitably lead to a sense of disconnectedness in these reports, which can only hope to be a pale substitute for reading the book. I realize that there are those on this list who could better relate the life of DCSH than I could hope to, some who could probably write their own book on the subject. While I would welcome your interest, just bear in mind this thread is basically not for you! DCSH's forebears hailed from Siberia. His maternal grandfather made his way from humble beginnings to become manager of the Lena Gold mines, and he made it a priority in life to see that his children received an academic education. His mother studied piano at the St. Petersburg Conservatory, while three of her siblings got involved in seditious political movements. DCHS's paternal grandfather was of Polish extraction, but grew up in Siberia and, while in exile in Siberia for political activities, and married there. Hence, DCSH could boast an impeccable revolutionary ancestry to satisfy the demands of Soviet class ideology. The composer's father, Dmitri Boleslavovich (1875-1922) attended St Petersburg University, where we was trained as a biologist and engineer and, a couple of years after graduation, found employment at the Palace of Weights and Measures, which had recently been founded by the eminent chemist, Mendeleyev (who is generally credited with the first periodic table of the elements). During WWI his father was a manager of Promet, the munitions industry, and his family was rather comfortably off, even owning two automobiles. However, after the revolution and particularly after the sudden death of DCSH's father, the family fell on very hard times, with DCSH's mother having to enter the labor force. As an adolescent, DCSH considered it his duty to assist his mother financially and morally. DCSH was born and raised in St. Petersburg in 1906. Soviet propaganda imbued his childhood with an appropriate revolutionary flavor, inventing such stories as DCSH's presence at Lenin's famous speech delivered from an armoured train at the Finland station on 3 April 1917. This story was almost certainly an invention: the story described boys running along side the train after school, even though the train arrived at night. But DCSH never dared refute the story, even during his candid memoirs given to Volkov. DCSH's younger sister, Zoya, a veterinarian of note, recalled that her parents were not religiously observant, and that there was great harmony in her family home, and even though they suffered poverty, the house was always full of people. All kinds of people, came to spend the night, including Jews when there was threat of a pogrom. Mitya (DSCH) entered the St Petersburg Conservatory at age 13, where all the other students were much older. In early 1923, DCSH fell ill with tubersulosis, and underwent an operation, and his health remained delicate thereafter. His mother sold a family piano so that he could recuperate in the Crimea, where, at 17, the composer met what Zoya claimed was Mitya's only true love in life. Mitya proved to be a very fine pianist, although it was recognized that his future lay as a composer. While people "assumed" DSCH would win the pianist's medal, he wiped out of the competition early, but Zoya remember's that her sister did receive a pianist's medal and that "she was a much less good pianist than he was". The following is worth an extensive quote from Zoya, who, by the way, also studied at the Conservatory. "Mitya had a natural facility and wrote very fast, but in addition he was incredibly hard working. He wrote out his music in full score straight away. He would then take his scores to lessons without having even played them hrough. I always found it amazing htat he never needed to try things out on the piano. He just sat down, wrote out whatever he heard in his head and then played it through complete on the piano. He never demanded or appeared to need silence in order to compose. He had his own room ... we had a lot of room in the apartment, not like in Soviet flats nowadays" DSCH claimed "Until I started to play the piano I had no desire to learn, although I did show a certain interest in music.. When our neighbors played quartets I would put my ear to the wall and listen. Seeing this, my mother insisted that I begin piano lessons. I put up stubborn resistance ... it's not worth the trouble to learn to play I thought to myself, but mother insisted all the same, and in the summer of 1915 [she] began to give me piano lessons ... Things then went ahead very fast. It turned out I learnt music very quickly, I memorized without repetitious learning - the notes just stayed in my memory by themselves ... Soon after I made my first attempts at composition." In the year's after his father's death, DSCH's ability to study at the Conservatory was largely dependent on scholarships. Starting in 1923, the increasing political pressures in educational instiutions inevitably influenced the attitudes of the Conservatory authorities toward DCSH. In part, perhaps, because DCSH failed to align himself with any group or school of music, there was talk of dismissal and his personal stipends were under threat. The composer M. F. Gnessin described how: "the assistant director of the Conservatory decided to deprive DCSH of his stipend, saying, "The name of this student means nothing to me.' 'If this name means nothing to you,' replied the outraged Glazunov [the director of the Conservatory] 'then what are you doing here with us? This is no place for you- Shostakovich is one of the best hopes for our art.'" In 1924 a group of students tried to oust DCSH and have his stipend suspended, but again Glazunov interceded on DCSH's behalf, although the loaned piano was taken back. During this time, by the way, DCSH supplemented his mother's income by performing in cinemas during the years of silent files, work he did not like at all. Even though Glazunov recognized his genius and assisted the young DCSH in many ways, he remained puzzled by him. Mitya's graduation piece in composition (he graduated both as a pianist and a composer) was his First Symphony. Glazunov sat and listened to it; he left the hall saying, "I don't understand anything. Of course the work shows great talent, but I don't understand it." Larry