{"id":3935,"date":"2026-04-27T10:56:36","date_gmt":"2026-04-27T14:56:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/?p=3935"},"modified":"2026-04-27T10:56:37","modified_gmt":"2026-04-27T14:56:37","slug":"pre-eminent-among-the-american-newspaper-critics-of-his-generation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/2026\/04\/pre-eminent-among-the-american-newspaper-critics-of-his-generation.html","title":{"rendered":"\u201cPre-Eminent among the American Newspaper Critics of his Generation\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My review of \u201cDefending Music: Michael Steinberg at the \u2018Boston Globe\u2019 — 1964-1976\u201d<\/em> (Oxford University Press) is today published online by \u201cThe American Scholar.\u201d The kicker, at the end, reads: \u201cMichael Steinberg was never intended to make a career writing concert reviews. He was ever courageously drawn to what would do the most good.\u201d You can read the whole thing here<\/a><\/strong>. Excerpts follow:<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I arrived at the New York<\/em> Times<\/em> as a young music critic in 1976, \u201cobjectivity\u201d had become a fetish. We were not to consort with musicians and administrators. We were never to perform. At the opposite extreme stood Michael Steinberg of The Boston Globe — <\/em>a practitioner of maximum engagement. Steinberg\u2019s range of local acquaintances was more catholic than [Virgil] Thomson\u2019s. So was his knowledge and not just of music. His prose was impassioned. His decrees, take them or leave them, were fundamentally informed. Oblivious of reputation, he abjured the tug of mainstream taste. . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The new Steinberg anthology, Defending the Music<\/em>, collects some 500 pages of Boston<\/em> Globe<\/em> reviews, interviews, and essays. Scrutinizing a city\u2019s cultural life, Steinberg is a terrific companion. . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Steinberg had barely begun his first full season when on September 26, 1964, he threw down a gauntlet: \u201cThe 84th<\/sup> season of Boston Symphony concerts began greyly Friday afternoon, with Erich Leinsdorf conducting. The program consisted of the Brahms Academic Festival<\/em> Overture, the Symphony No. 1 by Shostakovich, and Beethoven\u2019s Pastoral<\/em> Symphony.\u201d Of the Shostakovich, he wrote \u201cWhen it is serious, it is merely gross\u201d \u2013 and continued, referencing the Beethoven: \u201cNeither it nor the Brahms Overture was at all well performed, and for the reasons that often hamper Leinsdorf in the German classics. In the face of the expressive demands of certain kinds of music he becomes extremely inhibited \u2013 and he seems to fight off the inhibitions with an irresistible desire to interfere with the natural flow of things.\u201d Citing half a dozen specific passages in the Pastoral<\/em> Symphony, including an even more specific measure number, Steinberg diagnosed both \u201ctechnical\u201d and \u201cmusical\u201d carelessness. The previous February, in his third Globe<\/em> review, Steinberg had skewered Leinsdorf\u2019s predecessor, Charles Munch, making a guest appearance in his specialty: Berlioz\u2019s Symphonie fantastique<\/em>. \u201cHe gave it much as he always did, coarse in sonority, frenzied in temper. . . All in all, I found it abominable.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was too much for the orchestra\u2019s president, Henry B. Cabot, who in 1949 was the man most responsible for hiring Munch rather than Leonard Bernstein<\/strong>, Serge Koussevitzky\u2019s prot\u00e9g\u00e9 and anointed successor. An outraged letter to the editor ensued. Steinberg replied with an \u201copen letter\u201d of his own, writing in part:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You say that ‘nobody in the field of musical criticism has a right to assume that he alone knows what is right and what is wrong.’ I object to your implication that I have assumed that about myself . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You write about the possible ‘damage Steinberg can do to the musical situation here in Boston.’ You and I share deep concern for the musical welfare of the city.  . . . Last September, . . . you made a speech in which you said . . . that since you did not wish to brag by claiming that the Boson Symphony was the best orchestra in the country, you would limit yourself to saying that there was none better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Now any musician would like to live in a city that has the best orchestra in the country, and I am no exception. But I do not believe we can have the best orchestra in the country simply by saying that we do.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“There was a time, under Koussevitzky, when Boston orchestral playing represented, along with that in Philadelphia and New York, the best in America. That is no longer so . .  . I very much want Boston to regain the place it once held, but it is not likely to if no one points out what sometimes is wrong and if the only public statements are those which assume that our orchestra is the best around. . . . “<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of all the Michael Steinberg reviews and articles here collected, the most poignant are two dealing with Goeren Gentele, who was to succeed Rudolf Bing as general manager of the Metropolitan Opera in Fall 1972. Steinberg credibly adduced an institution in decline, in need of new repertoire and better conductors, and burdened with a gargantuan Lincoln Center auditorium insensible to a growing shortage of big voices. It was not only Steinberg to whom Gentele seemed a veritable deus ex machina. But Steinberg had also quite obviously bonded with Gentele the man. For his opening night Carmen<\/em>, restoring the original recitatives, Gentele had lured Leonard Bernstein into the pit. He was to direct that new production, and also very possibly Alban Berg\u2019s Lulu<\/em> and Ferruccio Busoni\u2019s Doktor Faust<\/em> \u2013 major twentieth century operas never before staged in Manhattan. He appointed a seasoned Central European of high consequence, Rafael Kubelik, the Met\u2019s music director \u2013 a position that did not previously exist. His most fundamentally far-sighted priority was a planned mini-Met. He told Steinberg:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, of course we must do contemporary opera, but you know, you really can\u2019t count things like Wozzeck<\/em> and Lulu<\/em> and Rake\u2019s Progress<\/em> as \u2018contemporary opera.\u2019 I know it will not draw as well as Verdi and Puccini and so on, and it is depressing to do such things in a one-third empty house . . . but then why is it necessary to do them in this immense house? We must in any case have a small theater for chamber opera, experimental works, and so on . . . Lincoln Center is full of good theaters of different sizes, but of course I cannot yet speak of going to this or that one, to Juilliard or the Beaumont, with this or that work \u2013 it is very delicate and we are very early in our conversations. I think it is important that Lincoln Center works as a unit, that we take advantage of the possibilities.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three months later, Steinberg wrote:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The death Tuesday night in an automobile-truck collision in Sardinia of Goeran Gentele was news to hear with shock and incredulity. The shock is perhaps greatest for us in the United States who stood just before the beginning of what we hoped and thought would be a long period of friendship and Gentele-watching. . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Directing was Gentele\u2019s profession, and he had done much of it, in opera, film, and theater, before becoming director of the Royal Swedish Opera in 1963. The Stockholm company was the most distinguished of the European ones \u2013 the others included those from Vienna, Moscow, and Milan \u2013 that showed their wares in Montreal at Expo \u201967. They brought what for many was the operatic experience of a lifetime, Ingmar Berman\u2019s production of Stravinsky\u2019s Rake\u2019s Progress<\/em>, but also Gentele\u2019s own productions of Blomdahl\u2019s Aniara<\/em> and Verdi\u2019s Masked Ball,<\/em> both profoundly intelligent, imaginative, and musical through and through. . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Everyone in the music world has seen Gentele\u2019s appointment as a promise of life and excitement. Where the Met will go is impossible even to guess at, either in long range of in immediate terms.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Post-Gentele, Schuyler Chapin took over, then Anthony Bliss, Bruce Crawford, Joseph Volpe, and today\u2019s Peter Gelb, not one of whom was or is an actual practitioner of operatic art. A mini-Met, more exigent than ever with ticket sales plunging, is no longer publicly discussed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The hundreds of writings chronologically amassed in Defending Music<\/em> track an eventual leavetaking. For one thing, they disclose an impatience for systemic reforms not in the offing. For another, they increasingly question the place of the critic. . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Steinberg\u2019s new job, crossing over, was to write program notes for the Boston Symphony \u2013 in which capacity he also became an artistic advisor. He subsequently held the same dual position for the San Francisco Symphony and the Minnesota Orchestra. His program notes were also regularly used by the New York Philharmonic. He coached young musicians at festivals in Menlo Park, California, and Round Top, Texas. He continued to write. His entries for The New Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians<\/em> (1980) were typically personal \u2013 not really dictionary entries at all. The most notorious was \u201cVladimir Horowitz,\u201d ending: \u201cHorowitz illustrates than an astounding instrumental gift carries no guarantee about musical understanding.\u201d (The subsequent Grove Dictionary of American Music<\/em> [2013] carried a substitute Horowitz entry by Harold C. Schonberg.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Steinberg\u2019s Boston reviews bristle with insights into specific compositions \u2013 a contribution transcending the ephemera of the daily press. . . . And so three program note compendiums \u2013 The Symphony<\/em> (1995), The Concerto<\/em> (1998) , and Choral<\/em> Masterworks<\/em> (2005 \u2013 four years before his death) \u2013 constitute Steinberg\u2019s most lasting achievement. These essays seamlessly combine musical analysis, cultural history, and sagacious personal experience and reflection. Compared to his Globe<\/em> reviews, they are also less confrontational, more catholic in taste. Though they are (alas) today too sophisticated for what symphonic audiences have become, there exists no superior published guide to the standard symphonic repertoire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael Steinberg was never intended to make a career writing concert reviews. He was ever courageously drawn to what would do the most good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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