communication,his belief that solitude nourishes creativity and that colleagual fraternity tends to dissipate it.â 85
Later in the review, he mentioned in wry tones Payzantâs hintâit is no moreâthat Gouldâs fondness for psychoanalytic imagery might indicate a history of analysis. âGiven that Payzant and Gould are both residents of Toronto,â Gould noted, âand that this sort of speculation could presumably have been settled with a simple âyesâ or ânoâ, such inconclusive testimonyâverging, indeed, on idle musingâcan produce a rather comical effect.â Except, one wants to interject, that there is no simple yes or no here. âBut its obverse,â Gould went on, âis that quality which lends to Payzantâs book its greatest strengthâthe authorâs obvious determination to prepare his portrait without being interfered with, or influenced by, the conversational connivance and media manipulation at which Gould is allegedly a master.â 86
Alleged by whom, exactly? By Gould, in a review of a book about himself ? By that book, or by some other, unnamed, book? By some generalized anonymous âthey,â Martin Heideggerâs das Man ? In the end, Gould praised Payzant with the full force of his habitual irony of uncertain direction. Any critic could, he said, simply accept âthe conventional image of Gould as an eccentric and erratic pianist-pundit.â Payzant had wisely chosen, instead, to âharmonizeâ Gouldâs âmusicalpredilections, moral persuasions, and behavioral extravagances,â in the process fashioning âa texture as structurally secure and chromatically complex as the baroque fugues which first awakened Glenn Gould to the wonder of the art of music.â 87
The review itself surely has fugal elements, even if the book in reality does not. Gouldâs play here is multilayered and self-conscious to a degree well beyond the easy use of that solecism of the media age, referring to oneself in the third person. That is merely part of the reviewâs basic conceit. In addition, he is indulging media images of himself even as heâapparentlyâridicules or distances himself from them. The concluding show of praise is itself a fiction of the reviewâs performance, for at least two obvious reasons. First, there is no clear substantial difference between the so-called conventional view and the one he attributes to Payzant: both work to explain Gouldâs eccentricities in the context of his music, explaining one by reference to the other. Thus, Payzantâs view is tarred with the same brushâor, perhaps, accepted as equally valid; it is not easy to sayâas the usual ones. Second, even supposing a clear difference, the attribution of structural harmony to Payzantâs view is heavily backhanded, carrying a strong whiff of mockery. Payzant, Gould suggests, has imposed on his life the same sort of âcheatingâ structural narrativeresolution that Gould brings to a recording, or that a composer brings to a counterpoint composition.
What is being communicated here, then, beyond Gouldâs routine show of cleverness?
His competitive streak, for one thing. Gould slighted Payzant for mentioning family reminiscences of his childhood will to win at croquet on the cottage lawn in Ontario, his fondness for driving powerful cars aggressively, his penchant for playing the piano with tour-de-force prowessâthis despite the repeated claims that competition was anathema to him, and to music. On croquet at least, the critic had a point. Anyone who has played croquet, especially at a summer cottage or in the garden of an Oxford college, knows that it is among the most vindictive of games. Among other things, it is fair play to choose to send your opponentâs ball rocketing into the undergrowth in place of attempting to advance your own. âPayzant seems determined to