by Stephen Budiansky
ForeEdge, 306 pp., $40.00
Charles Ives, the crazy and brilliant patriarch of American music, loved a good cacophony. But his real impulse was affection: a desperate affection for the past, and for the joys and possibilities of music-making.
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