Digby Durrant

Fiddler on the run

This is the story of a strange and intense friendship between two orthodox Jews, one a violinist seen as the next Kreisler, the other a clever plodder who falls under his spell, almost wrecking his own life in the process. The two meet as boys just before the war. Dovdl Rapoport, called David, a refugee from Warsaw, is the musician, soon to be orphaned by the Nazis, and Martin Simmonds is the son of a concert organiser, a shrewd man who recognises David’s genius by taking him into his home, paying for his education and grooming him for stardom. Things go smoothly until at Cambridge David thinks he’d prefer to be a scientist, but hearing of the death of two fellow Jews, both brilliant young violinists, he decides to honour their memory by returning to his art. David is swiftly at concert pitch. An unprecedented success is guaranteed. Sir Henry Wood and Beecham are both impressed, though Neville Cardus, apparently uncertain what function he’s been attending, describes him as ‘a cocktail, between the wounded Adonis and the young Donald Bradman’ – enough in itself to prompt the violinist to flee to the ends of the earth, which is precisely what he does on the great day. Martin’s father faces ruin and dies shortly afterwards and Martin leaves Cambridge to run the business.

This book starts 40 years after these events, when Martin is presiding over a talent contest and hears a violinist use a rubato – the delayed pause between two notes – that he recognises as belonging to David, just as Kreisler had one unmistakably his own.

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