Dr. Fuddle's Musical Blog: The Composer and his Muse: Frédéric Chopin and George Sand
Predictably, Eisler says, ''the slow drip of dependence'' wore away the relationship. Sand was the ''nurturing parent,'' Chopin the child. Sand had. For French author George Sand, motherhood was often fraught with the kind of drama that colored many of her relationships prior to mellow older age. mama's boy, causing petty jealousy for Sand's most famed live-in lover, Frederic Chopin. . Find your next great read; Get writing advice from authors you love; Enjoy. Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin best known by her nom de plume George Sand was a French In her novel Lucrezia Floriani, Sand used Chopin as a model for a sickly Eastern The tipping point in their relationship involved her daughter Solange. Sand sewing, from Portrait of Frédéric Chopin and George Sand ( ).
Early inChopin fell seriously ill. His pulmonary problems were beginning to badly trouble him. Her name was George Sand. At first, prim and proper Chopin was repulsed by the notorious cigar smoking, trouser wearing novelist. Lacking traditional feminine qualities, he actually asked Liszt if she was indeed a woman. Chopin and Sand eventually formed a romantic relationship. In November ofthe couple spent three months in Majorca, where Chopin completed his 23 preludes in each of the major and minor keys.
George Sand is often cast as the villain of the piece, though actually, she did wonders for Frederic Chopin by shielding him from the buffetings of the world. He played games with the children, improvised at the piano for guests, and organized a puppet theatre. But at the same time, he fretted and agonized over his compositions. Others have been more hostile. Sand started her own newspaper, which was published in a workers' co-operative. The ransom, they threaten, they arrest, they judge.
She was a thinking bosom and one who overpowered her young lovers. Pritchett  She loved both of us, but you above all. What a heart of gold she had! What absence of every petty, mean, or false feeling! What a brave man she was, and what a good woman!
Chopin bicentennary: show revisits composer's French years
She was buried in the private graveyard behind the chapel at Nohant-Vic. She has a unique place in our age. Others are great men… she was a great woman.
Early in her career, her work was in high demand and already bythe first of several compendia of her writings was published in 24 volumes. The circumstances of her ancestry and birth were quite unusual. Her father was a lieutenant in the French army. His grandmother had been the natural daughter of Marshal Saxe, who was himself the illegitimate son of Augustus the Strong of Poland and of the bewitching Countess of Konigsmarck.
This was a curious pedigree. It meant strength of character, eroticism, stubbornness, imagination, courage, and recklessness. Her father complicated the matter by marrying suddenly a Parisian of the lower classes, a bird-fancier named Sophie Delaborde.
His daughter, who was born inused afterward to boast that on one side she was sprung from kings and nobles, while on the other she was a daughter of the people, able, therefore, to understand the sentiments of the aristocracy and of the children of the soil, or even of the gutter. She was fond of telling, also, of the omen which attended on her birth. Dupin left the room. Nothing was thought of this, and the dance went on. In less than an hour, Dupin was called aside and told that his wife had just given birth to a child.
Lieutenant Dupin was on the staff of Prince Murat, and little Aurore, as she was called, at the age of three accompanied the army, as did her mother. The child was adopted by one of those hard-fighting, veteran regiments. The rough old sergeants nursed her and petted her. Even the prince took notice of her; and to please him she wore the green uniform of a hussar. But all this soon passed, and she was presently sent to live with her grandmother at the estate now intimately associated with her name—Nohant, in the valley of the Indre, in the midst of a rich country, a love for which she then drank in so deeply that nothing in her later life could lessen it.
She was always the friend of the peasant and of the country-folk in general. At Nohant she was given over to her grand-mother, to be reared in a strangely desultory sort of fashion, doing and reading and studying those things which could best develop her native gifts. Her father had great influence over her, teaching her a thousand things without seeming to teach her anything.
Of him George Sand herself has written: Character is a matter of heredity. If any one desires to know me, he must know my father. Her father, however, was killed by a fall from a horse; and then the child grew up almost without any formal education.
A tutor, who also managed the estate; believed with Rousseau that the young should be reared according to their own preferences. Therefore, Aurore read poems and childish stories; she gained a smattering of Latin, and she was devoted to music and the elements of natural science.
For the rest of the time she rambled with the country children, learned their games, and became a sort of leader in everything they did. Her only sorrow was the fact that her mother was excluded from Nohant. The girl showed a wonderful degree of sensibility. This life was adapted to her nature. She fed her imagination in a perfectly healthy fashion; and, living so much out of doors, she acquired that sound physique which she retained all through her life.
When she was thirteen, her grandmother sent the girl to a convent school in Paris.
Chopin bicentennary: show revisits composer's French years - Telegraph
One might suppose that the sudden change from the open woods and fields to the primness of a religious home would have been a great shock to her, and that with her disposition she might have broken out into wild ways that would have shocked the nuns.
But, here, as elsewhere, she showed her wonderful adaptability. It even seemed as if she were likely to become what the French call a devote. She gave herself up to mythical thoughts, and expressed a desire of taking the veil.
Her confessor, however, was a keen student of human nature, and he perceived that she was too young to decide upon the renunciation of earthly things. Moreover, her grandmother, who had no intention that Aurore should become a nun, hastened to Paris and carried her back to Nohant.
The girl was now sixteen, and her complicated nature began to make itself apparent. There was no one to control her, because her grandmother was confined to her own room. And so Aurore Dupin, now in superb health, rushed into every sort of diversion with all the zest of youth. She read voraciously—religion, poetry, philosophy. She was an excellent musician, playing the piano and the harp. Once, in a spirit of unconscious egotism, she wrote to her confessor: Do you think that my philosophical studies are compatible with Christian humility?
The shrewd ecclesiastic answered, with a touch of wholesome irony: I doubt, my daughter, whether your philosophical studies are profound enough to warrant intellectual pride. This stung the girl, and led her to think a little less of her own abilities; but perhaps it made her books distasteful to her. For a while she seems to have almost forgotten her sex. She began to dress as a boy, and took to smoking large quantities of tobacco.
Her natural brother, who was an officer in the army, came down to Nohant and taught her to ride—to ride like a boy, seated astride. She went about without any chaperon, and flirted with the young men of the neighborhood. The prim manners of the place made her subject to a certain amount of scandal, and the village priest chided her in language that was far from tactful.
In return she refused any longer to attend his church. Thus she was living when her grandmother died, inleaving to Aurore her entire fortune of five hundred thousand francs. If she turned toward her uncle, she would be forever classed among the aristocracy. If she chose her mother, who, though married, was essentially a grisette, then she must live with grisettes, and find her friends among the friends who visited her mother.
- George Sand
She could not belong to both worlds. One must respect the girl for making the choice she did. Understanding the situation absolutely, she chose her mother; and perhaps one would not have had her do otherwise. Yet in the long run it was bound to be a mistake. Aurore was clever, refined, well read, and had had the training of a fashionable convent school. The mother was ignorant and coarse, as was inevitable, with one who before her marriage had been half shop-girl and half courtesan.
The two could not live long together, and hence it was not unnatural that Aurore Dupin should marry, to enter upon a new career. Her fortune was a fairly large one for the times, and yet not large enough to attract men who were quite her equals. Presently, however, it brought to her a sort of country squire, named Casimir Dudevant. He was the illegitimate son of the Baron Dudevant. He had been in the army, and had studied law; but he possessed no intellectual tastes.
He was outwardly eligible; but he was of a coarse type—a man who, with passing years, would be likely to take to drink and vicious amusements, and in serious life cared only for his cattle, his horses, and his hunting. He had, however, a sort of jollity about him which appealed to this girl of eighteen; and so a marriage was arranged.
Aurore Dupin became his wife inand he secured the control of her fortune. The first few years after her marriage were not unhappy. She had a son, Maurice Dudevant, and a daughter, Solange, and she loved them both.
But it was impossible that she should continue vegetating mentally upon a farm with a husband who was a fool, a drunkard, and a miser. He deteriorated; his wife grew more and more clever.
It made him uncomfortable. Other persons spoke of her talk as brilliant. He bluntly told her that it was silly, and that she must stop it. When she did not stop it, he boxed her ears. This caused a breach between the pair which was never healed. Dudevant, on her side, would have nothing more to do with this rustic rake. She formed what she called a platonic friendship—and it was really so—with a certain M. With him this clever woman could talk without being called silly, and he took sincere pleasure in her company.
He might, in fact, have gone much further, had not both of them been in an impossible situation. Aurore Dudevant really believed that she was swayed by a pure and mystic passion. De Seze, on the other hand, believed this mystic passion to be genuine love.
Coming to visit her at Nohant, he was revolted by the clownish husband with whom she lived. It gave him an esthetic shock to see that she had borne children to this boor. Therefore he shrank back from her, and in time their relation faded into nothingness. I had not the patience to wait till widowhood. No one can be sure of surviving anybody. I assumed that my husband had died, and I was very glad to learn what he thought of me while he was alive.
Since the package was addressed to me, it was not dishonorable for me to open it.
And so she opened it. It proved to be his will, but containing, as a preamble, his curses on her, expressions of contempt, and all the vulgar outpouring of an evil temper and angry passion.
The Mellowing of George Sand: Mother, Grandmother, Gardener
She went to her husband as he was opening a bottle, and flung the document upon the table. He cowered at her glance, at her firmness, and at her cold hatred. He grumbled and argued and entreated; but all that his wife would say in answer was: I am going to Paris, and my children are to remain here. In Paris she developed into a thorough-paced Bohemian.
She tried to make a living in sundry hopeless ways, and at last she took to literature. She was living in a garret, with little to eat, and sometimes without a fire in winter. She had some friends who helped her as well as they could, but though she was attached to the Figaro, her earnings for the first month amounted to only fifteen francs.