『我が生涯 第1巻』

When Wagner meets Grand Opera manager Leon Pillet, he hopes for a breakthrough: Pillet likes his Fliegende Holländer sketch, but says he has existing contracts with other composers for seven years, no commission for Wagner, and suggests he write ballet music, offering 500 francs for the plot alone so he can have it set by another composer. Wagner refuses at first, but Edouard Monnaie mediates, telling him another writer is working on a similar Vaisseau Fantôme plot, so he sells the plot for 500 francs, renouncing all hope of French success for the work, and decides to compose the full Fliegende Holländer for Germany. The money gives him a few months of peace, he hires a piano for the first time in months to remind himself he is a musician, and composes all of the Fliegende Holländer score except orchestration in seven weeks, his exuberant good spirits astonishing his friends. He meets the eccentric M. Jadin, an old man who claims to have seen Madame de Pompadour, makes his own wigs and ridiculous homemade clothes, paints childish animal caricatures on his walls and blinds, and plays discordant self-invented harpsichords in his basement; Wagner pretends his doctor forbids him to listen to harpsichord music to stop him playing. When they move back to Paris in late autumn, Jadin carries an enormous stove-pipe to their new Rue Jacob flat himself in a preposterous costume, impressing all the neighbours.

The reprieve is short-lived: the 500 francs run out before Wagner can afford to orchestrate the Fliegende Holländer score, the concierge from the Rue du Helder says the family who sublet their flat has abandoned it, leaving them liable for the rent again, and Wagner tells him to sell their leftover furniture to cover the cost, most of which is still unpaid for and sold at a heavy loss. They move to a tiny, freezing flat at 14 Rue Jacob, and Kietz scrapes together small installments of 5 to 10 francs from a pedantic painter uncle to cover their expenses; Wagner’s boots fall apart from not leaving the flat while he works on the opera, and he learns his wealthy Königsberg friend Ernst Castel, who promised an advance, has no intention of following through. Kietz sells his own belongings to raise 200 francs for them, and they move to the Rue Jacob flat, later occupied by Proudhon. Their old friend Lehrs, driven by need to run errands in the summer heat, drinks iced water that makes him lose his voice, and develops latent consumption rapidly; Minister Villemain sends him 500 francs as recognition for his work on Didot’s Greek classics, a miracle the friends attribute to Didot’s guilty conscience for exploiting Lehrs, but they know Lehrs is dying, and their 1841 departure from Paris is a painful farewell to a friend they will never see again. Wagner is forced to write more unpaid Abendzeitung articles, and when Halevy’s La Reine de Chypre becomes a hit, Schlesinger makes him arrange that score too, a less humiliating hack job than La Favorita; he attends the performance, mocking the vulgar singing and staging, sad that Donizetti’s empty Favorita could run so long at the “first lyrical theatre in the world.”