WHAT DOES
MAHLER MEAN FOR ME

Marina Mahler, Granddaughter

I had a recurring dream

For years and years

I wandered from room to room in an immense house looking in all the many dressers with tantalising closed drawers , which my imagination could feast on!

The odour was musty and tangible
It was how I imagined the past to smell …
Objects, jewelry, costume and real …crammed

Side by side in abundance
this strange seduction has remained with me still…

I was longing for a past I didnt have

Her rich past…

I was looking for Alma long long after she died.

I was… rediscovering,
Searching my memory for my visits as a child to my grandmother in her New York apartment which so fascinated me..

Held my complete imagination

The walls dark with books and the surfaces filled with photos of people I did not know then..
Gustav Mahler, Franz Werfel…

And paintings everywhere …

I remember a painting which looked like the Mona Lisa but it was Alma, painted by OK Oskar Kokoschka and landscapes everywhere by her father Emil Jacob Schindler

No free spaces anywhere on walls or tables or in drawers..

This compelling land of past lives..
Illuminated by her voice strangely childlike
Her beautiful true blue eyes looking at me
Her golden curls piled on top of her head and her skin like soft fragile parchment…her Chinese red lipstick…

Moved me…

Followed me into the most intimate spaces of my mind and imagination.

These strikg impressions were Alma’s , her intimate, vestiges of a previous larger life, a settled but active life the one she had lived before I met her, a child of seven arriving with my mother from England on a boat in a grey coat …having crossed America by train three days and three nights..

To arrive in the magical colourful Beverly Hills world where she lived , fragrant with fruit and exotic with palm trees and the disappearing turtle in the garden

And the German language spoken between my mother and my grandmother…

And then when Bruno Walter her neighbour died she moved to New York where I visited her often with and without my mother..and where she died.

So many memories…

Barbara Bannigan

The 2025 Polar Music Prize is awarded to Canadian soprano and conductor Barbara Hannigan.

At the beginning of the 21st century, I was in the midst of rehearsing a recital program with the great Dutch pianist and conductor Reinbert de Leeuw. Reinbert was my mentor and friend, and the founder of the Schoenberg Ensemble. We worked together for more than 20 years. Reinbert was putting together a program for us...a world, in fact...which centred around the fin de siècle period in Vienna, at the turning point of the 19th to the 20th century. He selected songs from Alban Berg, Schonberg, Webern, as well as Zemlinsky and Hugo Wolf. All were written early in the composers’ lives, during a very intense period of development in the world of classical music. Reinbert insisted on including the songs of one more composer: Alma Mahler. 

He felt that not only her music, but her entire being, and even the myths surrounding her, epitomized the word sehnsucht, which was a feeling so central to this time. Sehnsucht is a hard word to translate, but has to do with nostalgia, with melancholy, with being in one place but wanting to be somewhere else, with someone else. 

Almost 100 years after Alma Mahler’s songs were published, Reinbert and I were performing them alongside the songs of her teacher Zemlinsky, and other composers including Schoenberg who Alma knew and supported until his death. Also the 7 early songs of Alban Berg, the composer who dedicated his violin concerto to Alma’s 3rd daughter Manon who died tragically at only 18 years old, “To the Memory of an Angel”.

In Alma Mahler’s songs we found a tender quality, combined at times with feverish restlessness that burst out in a kind of frustrated passion, or so we imagined. We wished there were more, and wondered what might have happened if she had continued to compose? What might have happened if her husband Gustav had encouraged her compositional journey instead of demanding that she put down her pencil and close this part of her being, in order to become his wife? 

During the touring of this program, which lasted 10 years, we spoke much of Alma Mahler, and I became fascinated, reading everything I could on her, as well as what she herself wrote about her own life and experiences. And during that time I met and became friends with her granddaughter, Marina Mahler. And as Marina - who so tirelessly advocates for the power of music and of music-making, and is especially connected to nature and to children - asked me to write a few words, I remembered these conversations, these discoveries. I remembered how it was to sing these songs, to be immersed in Alma Mahler’s compositional world, and I look at these photographs of a woman who made choices, who perhaps longed to have made other choices, who knows? And every new detail fascinates, and if I look closely, I imagine I glimpse the fleeting presence of sehnsucht. 

Ivan Ficher

Iván Fischer (born 20 January 1951) is a Hungarian conductor and composer.

Everybody who loves Mahler’s music, musicians, music lovers , we all feel that we know the person well. Looking at these family photos it almost seems to us that we see  pictures of our own family. We recognise the hopes, the happy, the unhappy feelings, the love of nature and the love of each other. 

Gustav Mahler was one of the greatest composers ever, a true genius. He didn’t create music with a conscious method, he didn’t consider, plan, organise like most others did. It seems that he confessed music, he allowed his soul to open itself to the world, like he would pour out his most intimate feelings to a close friend or to a psychoanalyst. His music is his soul.

So we know the persona well. We know his passionate love, we know his sadness, his longing to solitude, his overwhelmed respect  of mountains, his confused experiences of religion, his happy and unhappy  childhood memories, his fear of death, his alert attention to birdsongs and cowbells. We also recognise that he was a prophet, a seer who could see the horrors of the 20th Century coming, we understand his prophecies describing military fanfares and death marches. 

In the symphonies the family is extremely present: we hear the ecstasy and  the frustrations he must have experienced in his marriage with Alma, we hear his joy, love and inspiration he received from his daughters, and we hear his desperate sadness of loosing 5-year old Putzi. We also hear the meadows, the mountain tops, the cliffs. The surrounding people, and the surrounding nature are  described in the symphonies in greatest detail. That is why we are so familiar with them, as we would be part of this lovely family spending time with them n this beautiful summer resort. 

The greatest virtue of Mahler’s music is his honesty. Nothing is hidden. We know and love him and we know and love his family. This album belongs to all of us. 

Photo: Marco Borggreve 2008

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From Life and Letters The New Yorker FEMME VITALE

ALMA MAHLER-WERFEL,
A WOMAN WITH QUALITIES.

by ALEX ROSS

The first challenge is deciding what to call her. She is encircled by famous surnames- men jousting over her identity. A lustrous scion of fin-de-siecle Vienna, she was born Alma Maria Schindler, the daughter of the operetta singer Anna Bergen and the lanscape painter Emil
Schindler. She hoped to make her way as a composer, but that dream ended when in 1902, at the age of twenty-two she married the musical titan Gustav Mahler. After Mahler’s death, in 1911, she had an affair with the artist Oskar Kokoschka, and then was briefly married to the
Bauhaus architect Walter Gropius. Her final husband was the writer

Franz Werfel, whom she followed into exile, first in France, and then in the United States where she settled in Los Angeles. She lived until 1964, the most legendary widow of the twentieth century.

Those who write about her- there have been eight biographies and half a dozen novels- tend to refer to her as Alma. This has the unfortunate effect of making her sound like a youngl girl in thecompany of grown men. Better to call her by the name under which she is buried: Mahler-Werfel.

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Quote from the book on Mahler,

BEAUTY AND SADNESS
MAHLER’S 11 SYMPHONIES

by David Vernon

What does creation sound like? Or birth? Or the spring? Or th4e start of a new day? The first movement of Mahler’s First Symphony depicts several kinds of arrival,,, a variety of new beginnings: cosmological, meterorological, biological, philisophical, musicological, biographical. It is a sonic staging of genesis whether biblical or personal, vernal or universal. Space and Time are conceived and unveiledanew as elements are forged, oeigins established, and primeval history formed into a narrative of nature and nurtuyre. A new world arises, a new dawn in the history of the symphony.

Mahler’s First is probably the most astonishing declaration of a new symphonic career in all musical history. Here was a radical new voice, a startling new mind, yet he opened his symphonic careeer with a noise that sounded as permanent as a mountain, as timeless as the wind, trees and sunlight.