{"id":3923,"date":"2026-04-17T00:20:18","date_gmt":"2026-04-17T04:20:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/?p=3923"},"modified":"2026-04-17T00:20:19","modified_gmt":"2026-04-17T04:20:19","slug":"furtwangler-in-wartime-reflections-on-ian-burumas-stay-alive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/2026\/04\/furtwangler-in-wartime-reflections-on-ian-burumas-stay-alive.html","title":{"rendered":"Furtw\u00e4ngler in Wartime \u2013 Reflections on Ian Buruma\u2019s \u201cStay Alive\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Boston\u2019s \u201cArts Fuse\u201d today carries my thoughts on \u201cFurtw\u00e4ngler\u00a0in Wartime\u201d occasioned by Ian Buruma\u2019s new book \u201cStay Alive.\u201d \u00a0Excerpts follow. You can read the whole thing here<\/a><\/strong>.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

One learns from Ian Buruma\u2019s Stay Alive: Berlin 1939-45<\/em> \u2013 an absorbing study of what it was like to live in the German capital during World War II \u2013 that on December 12, 1944, a concert was conducted by Wilhelm Furtw\u00e4ngler. The audience included Leo Buruma, who in 1951 would father Ian Buruma. The program included Beethoven\u2019s Fidelio<\/em> Overture and Brahms\u2019s Violin Concerto. Because the Berlin Philharmonic\u2019s home had been levelled by Allied bombers, the makeshift venue was a theater: the Friedrichstadt-Palast. Both the audience and the musicians wore winter coats. Detained in the occupied Netherlands, Leo had become a prisoner of Berlin, forced to work in a factory that made brakes and machine guns.  The Philharmonic concert, he recorded, \u201clifted one high above the dreariness of our existence.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wish Buruma had further pondered this event. For one thing, Fidelio<\/em> happens to be Beethoven\u2019s supreme paean to human dignity and freedom. For another, 21 of Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s wartime Berlin concerts (although not the one Leo attended) survive in excellent broadcast sound. And, in some ways even more than the letters and diaries Buruma powerfully samples, these performances bear witness. They constitute an under-utilized resource not only because Furtw\u00e4ngler, as Germany\u2019s most eminent symphonic conductor, entrusted himself with sustaining cultural memory; to an uncanny degree, he was a musical interpreter who channeled the moment. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

An analogy to Dmitri Shostakovich, in Soviet Russia, would not be out of place. During the Nazi siege of Leningrad, Shostakovich\u2019s Seventh Symphony, bearing witness to stoic resolve, was heroically performed amid starvation and carnage. The Soviets piped the performance to the encircling German troops. After the war, a German soldier testified that \u201cit had a slow but powerful effect on us. The realization began to dawn that we would never take Leningrad. We began to see that there was something stronger than starvation, fear and weather \u2013 the will to remain human.\u201d Furtw\u00e4ngler\u00a0was a conductor, not a composer. But Tchaikovsky\u2019s Pathetique<\/em> Symphony, interpreted by Furtw\u00e4ngler\u00a0in 1951 (a famous Radio Cairo broadcast<\/a><\/strong>), is not the same piece he recorded in Berlin in 1938; the swooning love music of the first movement becomes an expression of worldly fatigue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The last of Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s wartime Berlin broadcasts took place \u2013 incredibly \u2013 on January 23, 1945. The city lay in rubbles. The program began with Mozart\u2019s Symphony No 40, which had to be abandoned when the lights failed. The audience, starving in body and soul, heedlessly remained. An hour later, the electricity was restored. Rather than return to Mozart, Furtw\u00e4ngler\u00a0skipped to Brahms\u2019s First Symphony<\/a><\/strong> \u2013 of which the finale survives in vivid sound. The scorching dynamics and eruptive tempo changes of this reading have nothing to do with Brahms\u2019s Vienna. What I hear is something I could not have predicted: not terror, but pride and defiance. The music itself is triggered by a clarion horn call referencing the finale of Beethoven\u2019s Ninth, with its epochal call to humanity. I have little doubt that in 1945 many in Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s audience felt recalled to a \u201creal Germany,\u201d stalwart in the face of barbarism.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In Beethoven\u2019s Ninth<\/a><\/strong> itself, broadcast in 1942, the final reprise of \u201cAlle Menschen werden Bruder!\u201d acquires a giddy intensity verging on hysteria. Far more remarkable, as a feat of interpretive clairvoyance, is Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s reading of Schubert\u2019s Ninth<\/strong><\/a>,, also broadcast in 1942. The symphony\u2019s second movement begins as a rustic march with trumpet tattoos \u2013 a gem\u00fctlich vignette. But Furtw\u00e4ngler\u00a0is never gem\u00fctlich. When Schubert\u2019s march gathers maximum force and momentum, it becomes a juggernaut hurtling toward an abyss. The abyss is a silence of three beats. Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s silence last eight seconds: an eternity. Some years ago, auditioning this moment on a radio broadcast with the conductor Bill McGlaughlin, Bill here heard \u201ca firestorm.\u201d He then added: \u201cThis time we really broke it; we really broke civilization.\u201d And he characterized the music lifting the silence \u2013 the tenuous pizzicatos, the tender cello song \u2013 as an act of dazed consolation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Compared to other recorded Furtw\u00e4ngler performances, these wartime reading are identical in blueprint. Their external details of tempo and rubato, however personal or eccentric, remain the same. And yet they are fundamentally different in spirit. That is: the differences are interior. For that matter, Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s tempo for the third movement of the Ninth is an Adagio so solemnly slow that the initial pulse of cannot possibly be gauged. He relies on his players to \u201cfeel it.\u201d And, after a moment\u2019s groping (also audible), they do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Wilhelm Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s wartime activity remains immensely controversial. Certain non-Jewish artists \u2013 most famously, Thomas Mann \u2013 fled Germany once the scope of Hitler\u2019s intentions became apparent. It was Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s contention — as he put it in his deNazification trial — that \u201cI felt responsible for German music, and it was my task to survive this crisis, as much as I could. The concern that my art was misused for propaganda had to yield to the greater concern that German music be preserved.\u201d His Beethoven performances, he said, preserved \u201ca message of freedom and human love.\u201d \u00a0He did not join the party. He helped Jewish musicians and attempted to engage Jewish soloists. In a 1947 address commemorating the Felix Mendelsohn centenary, he said of Mendelssohn, Joseph Joachim, Heinrich Schenker, and Gustav Mahler: \u201cThey are both Jews and Germans, and added: \u201cThey testify that we Germans have every reason to see ourselves as a great and noble people. How tragic that this has to be emphasized today.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s apologia has many times been dismissed as sophistry. It was not, and the wartime broadcasts bear witness to that. He has also been called a tool of the Nazis, which he unquestionably became. <\/strong>And he was an ideological conservative who even after the war clung to a murky Romantic inwardness whose susceptibility to totalitarian abuse had just been tragically confirmed. As Roger Allen shows in Wilhelm Furtw\u00e4ngler: Art and the Politics of the<\/em> Unpolitical<\/em> (2018), Furtwangler seems not to have paused to reflect upon that prior to his death in 1954. Allen\u2019s boo<\/a>k<\/strong> (whatever its shortcomings) suggests something unpleasant about the Furtwangler persona, a nearly atavistic truculence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What does Stay Alive<\/em> add to this picture? Two things, I would say. Buruma puts human faces on those who stayed. And he resists passing judgment. . . .  Of the famous July 1944 plot to assassinate Hitler, Buruma notes that it \u201cwent beyond a \u2018clique\u2019 of Prussian officers. Civilians were involved as well as soldiers, and among the conspirators were leftists and liberals, as well as arch conservatives. Some of them had been Nazis and keen supporters of the war when things were still going well for Germany. All wished to rescue their country for a devastating defeat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leo, meanwhile, attended concerts, movies, and soccer matches.  Buruma observes: \u201cTalking about the assassination plot, let alone writing about it in his letters home, would have been perilous . . . His one mention of the coup attempt hints at what may have been a more widely shared sentiment in Berlin. On August 8, he explains to his best friend at home why he hadn\u2019t mentioned what had happened before: \u201cThe reason is that it hardly made any impression here. We are immune to any sensation these days. That may sound a bit exaggerated. Perhaps it is. But it is basically true, I didn\u2019t hear anyone at the factory talking about it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the war, Leo married a British woman with German-Jewish roots: Ian\u2019s mother. \u201cHis experience as an unwilling worker in wartime Berlin haunted him for the rest of his life. . . . Had he made the right decision? Should he have tried to escape? He knew that some of the men his age who had managed to remain in hiding regarded the workers in Germany as morally compromised. He also learned quickly from experience that life under dictatorship and occupation throws up all kinds of moral dilemmas.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leo died in 2020. Ian ultimately experienced what Berlin became after the reunification of Germany in 1990. In a final chapter, \u201cAftermath,\u201d he writes:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My book is partly a love letter to Berlin. Since the book is also a history of Berlin\u2019s darkest years . . . , this may seem like a perversion. What I love about Berlin, however, is not just the way it has become one of Europe\u2019s most vibrant cultural centers. . . What is most remarkable about Berlin is the way it has dealt with its past, the way the scars of its worst crimes are openly on display. . . . The city itself is a monument, not only to man\u2019s blackest depravity, but to its capacity to be reborn and live again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This revelation comes as a surprise, if not a non-sequitur. And yet if there is a through-line consolidating Buruma\u2019s account, it is the advisory: Do not rush to judgment . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s American career had begun in 1925 with a series of engagements with the New York Philharmonic over the course of three seasons. After that, he was not asked back. . . .  The obvious explanation was an antipodal genius of the baton: Arturo Toscanini, who had taken New York by storm and whose champion in the New York Times<\/em>, Olin Downes, found Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s interpretations \u201cexaggerated in pace, sonority, and phrasing,\u201d \u201cstriving after effect\u201d Toscanini\u2019s speed, precision, and virtuosity all counted in his American favor, as did his proclaimed objectivity. . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That Furtw\u00e4ngler did not practice \u201ctextual fidelity\u201d \u2013 that he felt attuned to a higher authority than the composer\u2019s written instructions — has everything to do with his subsequent refusal to desert wartime Berlin. His ties to a German cultural community, to German musicians and audiences, were dangerously subjective. The danger was inherent in the music. Thomas Mann said it best. \u201cArt will never be moral or virtuous in any political sense, and progress will never be able to put its trust in art,\u201d wrote Mann in Reflections of a Non-Political Man<\/em> (1918) \u2013 a patriotic wartime text documenting an allegiance he subsequently disowned. \u201cIt has a fundamental tendency to unreliability and treachery; its. . . predilection for the \u2018barbarism\u2019 that begets beauty [is] indestructible; and although some may call this predilection . . . immoral to the point of endangering the world, yet it is an imperishable fact of life, and if one wanted to eradicate this aspect of art . . .  then one might well have freed the world from a serious danger; but in the process one would almost certainly have freed it from art itself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mann knew that his revered Richard Wagner planted dangerous seeds. Though no more than Furtw\u00e4ngler could Mann rid himself of susceptibility to The Ring of the Nibelungs<\/em>, Tristan, Die Meistersinger<\/em>, and Parsifal, <\/em>his political conscience impelled him to move to California \u2013 only to return to Switzerland when the Red Scare poisoned his new American homeland. Mann impugned Furtwangler as an embodiment of the “German-Romantic counter-revolution” that fostered the Nazi mindset. His Los Angeles neighbor Arnold Schoenberg, arguably Germany\u2019s leading composer, differently shaded Furtw\u00e4ngler\u2019s conservative pedigree: \u201cI am sure he was never a Nazi.\u201d . . . Germany\u2019s pre-eminent pianist, Artur Schnabel \u2013 like Schoenberg, born Jewish; like Schoenberg, an \u00e9migr\u00e9 to the US; like Toscanini, a disciple of textual fidelity — met with Furtw\u00e4ngler after World War II and found him a \u201cslippery character\u201d and \u201cshoddy hypocrite,” susceptible to “arrogance, cowardice, and self-pity.” . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For Leo Buruma, Wilhelm Furtw\u00e4ngler in wartime \u201clifted one high above the dreariness of our existence\u201d \u2013 above the rubble and corpses, above the swagger of Nazi troopers, above the preening falsehoods of Goebbel\u2019s ubiquitous speeches, above the killing fields inflicted on Europe and Africa and Russia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That is what the broadcasts tell us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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