tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post1402594432536318110..comments2024-03-28T20:02:35.777-04:00Comments on Murder is Everywhere: Chopin, the Poles in Paris - Women in trousers...outlaws?Ovidia Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05749549092493567689noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-11292602488298395352013-12-19T14:05:43.870-05:002013-12-19T14:05:43.870-05:00I meant to say "there is much I don't kno...I meant to say "there is much I don't know about Chopin" not "while there..."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-48099931522426456092013-12-19T14:02:55.028-05:002013-12-19T14:02:55.028-05:00Hmm. I have not found any evidence of this. I have...Hmm. I have not found any evidence of this. I have been a pianist and adoring fan of Chopin's music for 15 years. While there is much we don't know about Chopin, but the things I do know, I like to share. Remember, a Librarian is paid to be there, not an enthusiast who feels the need to learn these things for their enjoyment. If you have any questions email me: violetsaint82@gmail. <br /><br />:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-38524820156248782492013-12-19T13:38:58.163-05:002013-12-19T13:38:58.163-05:00I'll check into that. The librarian at the Mus...I'll check into that. The librarian at the Museum told me Sand paid for the 2nd death mask.Cara Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14592098418515886674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-8350803414136034462013-12-19T13:33:39.205-05:002013-12-19T13:33:39.205-05:00This article is very flawed. For one, Chopin never...This article is very flawed. For one, Chopin never made a move on Sands daughter, she respected him as a father figure for a reason and two Sand had little to nothing to do with Chopin's funeral OR death mask - these things were paid for by Jane Stirling. I suggest you do further research on this subject. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-75393478697092318652010-05-12T09:44:29.762-04:002010-05-12T09:44:29.762-04:00Gosh, Cara, I know that Romantic Museum.
It's ...Gosh, Cara, I know that Romantic Museum.<br />It's a gem.<br />So few tourists go there.<br />Which is a pity, because it's just so...romantic. How about posting a picture to show folks how pretty it is?Leighton Gagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09788807904434180290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-79917319471998772642010-05-12T03:33:19.490-04:002010-05-12T03:33:19.490-04:00Beth...the librarian told me Chopin's first de...Beth...the librarian told me Chopin's first death mask so horrified Sand - ravages of the disease - that she didn't want him remembered like this.<br /><br />Yes, apple tart...will go for apricot today :)<br />CaraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-8802034796434808342010-05-11T17:36:49.211-04:002010-05-11T17:36:49.211-04:00It is interesting that George Sand paid for Chopin...It is interesting that George Sand paid for Chopin's funeral despite believing that he had "made a move on her daughter". I assume that Solange was not a child or a mother's response should have been to kill him herself. If Solange had reached the age of consent, it still made Chopin a cad.<br /><br />Death masks as a means of remembrance is a trend that escapes me. I know that cultures have done them for thousands of years but since Chopin lived in a world with photography it would seem that Sand would have preferred a photo of the living man instead of a plaster cast of the dead one.<br /><br />She didn't like the first mask one because it made him look sick (???); apparently she thought it was better to have another mask cast that made him look healthy, thus taking cosmetic embellishments to a new height.<br /><br />Was that an apple tart you were going to sample? Such pictures are unfair.<br /><br />Bethbethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17405199782450351160noreply@blogger.com