A friend of mine works for what one might call a musical curiosities shop, selling letters and photographs and other ephemera that are tied to famous musicians. Lately she's been leafing through some papers associated with Florizel von Reuter.
I didn't know anything about von Reuter, but apparently he was from Davenport, Iowa, and a violin prodigy who graduated from the Geneva Conservatory at age 11. At the time he was quite famous and you could even get postcards with his picture on them. Somewhere along the way he put the "von" into his name, and he ended up in Europe for the next two decades, teaching in Zürich (later Vienna and Berlin) and touring. His mother eventually because interested in psychic visions--very 1910's--and so did he, writing about messages he got from famous musicians. (His mother named him Florizel and sent him to Europe aged nine, so I suspect she was sort of odd...). His book on these visions had a foreword by Arthur Conan Doyle, of Sherlock Holmes fame!
In the late 1940s he finally went back to the Midwest, settling in Waukesha (of all places, suburban Milwaukee? After Vienna and Berlin?) and living there until his 80s. (I've found a recent review of a re-released recording of his that suggests his playing in adulthood was perhaps not as impressive as it had been when he was small...)
Anyway, so in 1918, while he was teaching in Zürich, Florizel received a letter from somebody writing in German. Evidently FvR had played a recital the previous day, but, the letter-writer confesses, he was only able to attend the first half, which was too bad; he would have liked to hear more, especially since he gave the (unnamed) piece of the first half such fine melodic expression instead of succumbing to its harmonic deviousness. Then there's a signature, but...it's almost illegible. The handwriting is sloppy throughout, but with a bit of careful study can be read: there's a tendency to omit letters here and there, especially if they are similar strokes to the preceding letter, but he almost always dots his i's and demarcates his u's. (In early twentieth century German script, n and u look virtually identical, so u gets a little line over it.) Here and there a letter will lose a loop, or part of it will shrink--his capital M, for example, should have two arches, but the first is compressed to a tiny bump; meanwhile in the letter W, the second point has turned into an enormous loop. But alas, understanding the writer's idiosyncracies hasn't gotten me his signature. I've listed all the letters that appear and don't appear elsewhere, so I can tell that, for example, the last letter of his first name probably isn't a t, though it looks like one, because his t doesn't loop like that; and that the first letter of his first name could, for example, be a D, because although it doesn't match anything on the page, the page also has no capital Ds on it. But that still doesn't tell me who it is. Admittedly, my knowledge of 1918 musical personalities is also hugely limited, so mainly I have been guessing plausible names, e.g. "Dieter is a German name that starts with D" and then seeing if I could will myself to see anything like that in the signature, and then searching to see if there are any musical Dieters that might be relevant. Not a very efficient process.
The content of the letter isn't that much help. The writer seems old--not only because of his erratic and old-fashioned handwriting, but also his (slightly condescending?) remark that "most young players don't bring out the melody." He might be in the same city--he extends an invitation to visit if F is ever in the same part of town--but then, maybe he means "the same part of town that you just had your recital in," which could conceivably be, say, Berlin. I can't find much evidence of where Reuter gave concerts in 1918, although it being wartime one would think he wouldn't have toured too extensively. The letter-writer also mentions that's he's especially sorry he couldn't attend "since I will soon have a chance to write about it," which suggests to me he might be a music reviewer, but who couldn't review this concert because of a schedule conflict. And then there's the fact the letter was kept, even though its content is somewhat minimal--which suggests to me it was somebody sort of important at the time, from whom getting a compliment--even one accompanied by the fact that they didn't hear half your show--would be worth remembering. But who????
