The Farewell Symphony
The Farewell Symphony is a 1997 semi-autobiographical novel by Edmund White.
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| Author | Edmund White |
|---|---|
| Cover artist | Chip Kidd |
| Country | United States |
| Language | English |
| Genre | Autobiographical novel |
| Publisher | Alfred A. Knopf |
Publication date | 1997 |
| Media type | Print (Hardback & Paperback) |
| Pages | 413 pp |
| ISBN | 0-679-43477-1 |
| OCLC | 37538014 |
| 813/.54 21 | |
| LC Class | PS3573.H463 F37 1997 |
It is the third of a trilogy of novels, being preceded by A Boy's Own Story (1982) and The Beautiful Room Is Empty (1988). It depicts the later adulthood of its protagonist and documents his experience of homosexuality from the 1960s to the 1990s. Each of the three novels in this series assumes a progression in tone and style which may be measured in part by the sexual content, which starts in A Boy's Own Story, expands in The Beautiful Room Is Empty and becomes more detailed in The Farewell Symphony.
Also, the first two novels in the series are shorter and come in at around 300 pages, told through the inner dialogue of their unnamed narrator. The Farewell Symphony is a considerably longer at 500 pages. Another distinguishing characteristic that sets The Farewell Symphony apart from its predecessors is the former were largely concerned with struggle, whereas in the third volume White/the narrator encounters gradually increasing professional success and is thus initiated into the American literary elite, whilst continuing to deal with the struggles he encounters. This changes the tone and flow of The Farewell Symphony in comparison with the previous two installments, with the tone and direction changing on multiple occasions.
Allusions to other works
The title alludes to the "Farewell" Symphony by Joseph Haydn.
Criticism
Writing in The Wall Street Journal, the journalist James Wolcott suggested that the book "might have been more honestly titled Hilly Buttocks I Have Known," wherein the author "invites us to join him as he revisits the beloved rear ends of yesteryear. This is not the sort of invitation many people will leap to accept." Wolcott concluded, "Edmund White the writer has given way to Edmund White the trashy raconteur. It's the same fate that befell Truman Capote, and it wasn't pretty then either."[1]