In 1827 as Beethoven was dying he entertained only a very select few friends. Until his passing moment he was forever the artist in his heart and mind. His body racked with pain, there was no cure.
In 1827 medicine was trial and error and guessing what to do for ailments was part of medicine. Beethoven lived a life of constant pain and many ailments.
With the snipping of hair while Beethoven was layed out for his eternal journey, by someone who could of had no idea how valuable it would become and to what extent it would tell the world of how Beethoven truely lived and died. A story is told as true as it can be ...from a lock of hair that was snipped and given as a Birthday gift.
The author wrote with clear language and flowing words, almost hypnotic at times of a man whom i never truely appreciated until i finished this book. A pleasurable wonder of a read when you think it all came about from a snip of hair placed in a locket and given as a gift.
In 1827 medicine was trial and error and guessing what to do for ailments was part of medicine. Beethoven lived a life of constant pain and many ailments.
With the snipping of hair while Beethoven was layed out for his eternal journey, by someone who could of had no idea how valuable it would become and to what extent it would tell the world of how Beethoven truely lived and died. A story is told as true as it can be ...from a lock of hair that was snipped and given as a Birthday gift.
The author wrote with clear language and flowing words, almost hypnotic at times of a man whom i never truely appreciated until i finished this book. A pleasurable wonder of a read when you think it all came about from a snip of hair placed in a locket and given as a gift.
