Noting the Passing

The pianist Leon Fleisher died August 2 at the age of 92. I've written about him before, both as a pianist and writer. I even vowed to learn a piece of music because of watching him play it, a promise I have not kept, by the way. So the least I can do is honor the man here.

Fleisher was a master of reinvention: winning competitions as a prodigy, losing the use of his right hand, despairing for a while, then eventually remaking himself as a conductor, teacher and performer. The difficulty he faced almost sunk him — he considered suicide — but he emerged stronger as a result. 

“Time and again, I would look at my life and marvel that so many wonderful things had happened that never would have happened if my hand had not been struck down," Fleisher wrote in his memoir Nine Lives. "I couldn’t imagine my life without conducting. I couldn’t imagine life without teaching so intensely." 

Curiously enough, Fleisher's obituary shared the page with that of another artist and master of reinvention. The film director Alan Parker directed several movies I've loved, such as "Fame" and "The Commitments," movies that, until reading his obituary, I wasn't even aware were his. Like Fleisher, Parker took risks, made changes, didn't find a safe path and follow it but continued to learn and grow.

Two men, two creative careers, but one lesson (at least for me): Whatever you do, they say, don't get stuck.