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Stephen Sondheim. Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

This week, The Paris Reviewis humming a little tune. Read on for Stephen Sondheim’s Art of the Musical interview, Sigrid Nunez’s “The Blind” (the first chapter of her novel The Friend), and Eamon Grennan’s poem “Musical Interlude.”

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Stephen Sondheim, The Art of the Musical
Issue no. 142, Spring 1997

Some lyrics read well because they’re conversational lyrics. Oscar’s do not read very well because they’re colloquial but not conversational. Without music, they sound simplistic and written. Yet it’s precisely the hypersimplicity of the language that gives them such force. If you listen to “What’s the Use of Wond’rin’ ” from Carousel, you’ll see what I mean.

Photo: British Library. Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

The Blind
By Sigrid Nunez
Issue no. 222, Fall 2017

Last night, in the Union Square station, a man was playing “La vie en rose” on a flute, molto giocoso. Lately I’ve become vulnerable to earworms, and sure enough the song, in the flutist’s peppy rendition, has been pestering me all day. They say the way to get rid of an earworm is to listen a couple of times to the whole song. I listen to the most famous version, by Edith Piaf of course, who wrote the lyrics and first performed the song in 1945. Now it’s the Little Sparrow’s strange, bleating, soul-of-France voice that won’t stop.

Photo: British Library. Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

Musical Interlude
By Eamon Grennan
Issue no. 154, Spring 2000

Cragflower. Music of the sea.
…….The flower still standing
in its tormented place.

Morning full of voices. Mourning too.
…….Mahalia singing On My Way
and making it to Cay-nen Land.

On a rock, sit, listen to Bjorling
…….sing Only a Rose
over your friend’s ashes …

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