This piece has previously appeared
in the Bangladesh Daily Star
The career of the British concert pianist James Rhodes has
been anything but conventional. He was more or less self-taught until he was 13.
He never attended music college. After leaving school, he gave up the piano for
more than ten years.
Driven to reconnect with music if only vicariously, he
approached the agent of the renowned pianist Grigory Sokolov, not for an
audition, but merely hoping to get a job representing musicians. At his first
meeting with Panozzo, the agent, Rhodes admitted to having played piano a bit as
a child. Panazzo asked him to play something and, astounded to hear an amateur
perform so well, fixed him up with a teacher. A few years later, Rhodes was
signing recording deals and winning prizes.
If that sounds like a fairy tale, it’s one with its full
share of darkness. When Rhodes set out to write a memoir, he decided to give an
uncensored account of the repeated sexual abuse he had suffered in childhood, the
physical and mental suffering it had caused him, and the way music had saved
his life. For almost a year its publication was prevented by a court ruling,
after his ex-wife argued that the book would harm their 11-year old son. In May
of this year, that ruling was overturned by the UK Supreme Court. Instrumental is now set to be published
by Canongate.
Autobiography has a long history. Over the centuries, powerful
men have often been moved to reflect on how they achieved greatness. A very
different impulse towards confession is reflected in a tradition of conversion
stories, such Grace Abounding to the Chief
of Sinners, which John Bunyan wrote while in prison in the 1660s. Classic autobiographies
have also been inspired by more material forms of salvation. Frederick
Douglass, the African American orator and abolitionist, published his
autobiography in 1845 with the subtitle: An
American Slave.
Since the late twentieth century there has been an explosion
in personal writing, often with an emphasis on stories of survival. These writers
claim our attention because of what they endured rather than by the status they
have subsequently achieved. Though there’s no shortage of celebrity memoirs,
the interesting development has been these records of otherwise invisible
lives.
The genre sometimes known as “misery lit” is open to satire.
It’s also open to exploitation. When James Frey was discovered in 2006 to have
exaggerated both his sins and his suffering in A Million Little Pieces, Oprah Winfrey expressed her outrage on
behalf of the readers he had betrayed. The strength of this reaction was a
reminder that, while we may require memoirs to engage us as novels do, their
appeal rests on some level of factual accuracy. That is an essential part of
their contract with the reader.
In the case of James Rhodes, the principle the Supreme Court
upheld was the right of an individual to tell his or own story “in all its
searing detail” for whoever wants to hear it.
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