I’ve been reading a (sort-of) autobiography of the Guarneri String Quartet. Sort-of because, as author Arnold Steinhardt points out, one can’t really write an autobiography of a four-man entity. He shares the hilarious and awkward moments in the history of the quartet as various stage managers, adoring fans, and appreciative concertmasters attempted to treat a fundamental plurality as a singularity.
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