so i kinda checked out of DC’s comics-verse for a couple of years there (Batman in particular), cause there were other things i was interested in.  and then i check back in, catch up on reading and–

oh my god?? oH My gOD??????

Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain are back??

Kate Kane is back???


there are TWO NEW BATCHILDREN OH M Y  G O D   ?   ?????

like it was just the happiest moment of my life.  duke and harper are such cool characters and now i’m just…. like integrate them into everything IMMEDIATELY please.  we now have 8-9 batchildren.  EIGHT TO NINE OF THEM.  i’m in heaven, this is everything I’ve ever wanted out of life.  


Der Strandkorb (literally beach basket) is a chair designed to provide comfort and protection from sun, wind, and sand on German beaches. They’re used on the North Sea and Baltic Sea coast and can be rented. The Strandkorb is said to have been invented in 1882 by basketmaker Wilhelm Bartelmann in Rostock, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern on request of a tourist from Warnemünde. In 1883, they were first announced as rentals. The first models were single seaters and appeared quickly elsewhere on the German coast. Today’s models are mostly two seaters with tiltable tops, some allowing people to lie down completely. They have footrests and tables for food or drinks, storage space, rain proof covers, and sunshades. Thomas Mann refers to them in his 1901 novel Buddenbrooks, setting the context in the 1840s on the beach at Travemünde.



Frikkin Rick Grimes from Walking Dead

Severus Snape

Oh look there’s Qui-Gon Jinn

With his step-son, Newt from Maze Runner

We’ve got fucking Davy Jones/Scrimgeour

BLOODY JOHN WATSON (or Bilbo Baggins, or Arthur Dent)

Elizabeth Friggin Swan

 … who marries the operative from firefly


Hugh Grant, who has been in basically been in every English movie  ever playing the prime minister of England

Professor Trelawny

Colin Firth, the other man who has been in every English move ever

This movie me a headache trying to figure out who everyone was dear lord

Assignment for class! We were to choose out favorite watercolor artist and try to reproduce one of their pieces to better understand watercolor and how to use them. I chose the amazing Thoman Romain (here is his twitter! He is the guy who does illustrations of his son’s drawings and worked on Oban: Star Racers back in the day!) The original is on the right and my rendition is on the left! I dont normally work with traditional paints due to lack of practice but I really enjoyed this!

Finally, Someone New: Modern!Jefferson x reader
@justcallmecinammon A/N: GUESS WHO PROCRASTINATED SUPER BADLY ON THIS REQUEST??? ME. Oh jeez, this took forever to write, and it’s long and probably not that good. Agh. I am so sorry. But hey, it’s finished! It’s like half past midnight for me haha. I can’t believe I finished! I was almost convinced I never would. Enjoy this terrible thing. (Also it’s worth pointing out… I’m so sorry, this request was supposed to have a Gwash cameo, but I didn’t remember that until I was like two sentences away from being finished. So I just kinda thought, ‘screw it. This is fine.’ :( Again, I’m sorry. I ended up changing some stuff in your request.)


7:30 on a Saturday morning was the perfect time for you. It was quiet, meaning good study time (and time to chat with your friends). Hardly anyone but you and a few pals were awake. And the weather was always decent a 7:30 this time of year. Never too cold or too hot.

Today, however, it was hard to drag yourself out of bed. You would have slept in if it weren’t for the fact that you promised Angelica and Eliza that you would meet them at the library to “study.” (It was almost a joke. Classes hadn’t even started yet. But you wanted to look ahead so you’d know what you were doing later.)

“Morning, (y/n)!” Eliza said cheerfully as you sat down with them.

Angelica grinned at you over her coffee. “Late night?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Don’t worry, though, I’m fine!” You opened your book, skimmed over the page, and sighed. “Except I totally do not want to study right now.”

“I understand that,” Eliza said. “I was wondering… are you okay? Normally you don’t stay up so late that you’re this tired……”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

The sisters exchanged glances. “Are you sure? I know that today… it’s been a year since….”

“Yeah. I know. And you know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m over it.”

“Okay….” Angelica set her coffee down. “Obviously we’re not gonna be studying. So why don’t we walk to the bakery or something?”

You closed the book. “Sounds great! The one across the street?”


The three of you started packing up your books, and you let your mind wander. Though it wasn’t a big deal, they were right. There was, in fact, something on your mind. It was exactly a year ago that you ended the longest relationship you had ever been in, because the jerk wouldn’t accept “no” for an answer.

Normally you barely even thought of him. But maybe it was because the one year mark had come that you WERE thinking about it. You didn’t regret leaving him at all, but still. It made you mad to think about him.

“Hey, (y/n)? You passed it.”

You snapped out of your daze and noticed that you had in fact missed the bakery entirely. Your friends were standing about 20 feet away from you. Eliza was giggling. You looked down at your feet.


“Don’t worry,” Eliza said sweetly. She led you inside the warm building, where the smell of bread and vanilla filled the air.

It was fairly empty, except for a group of three boys sitting at a corner table. You recognized two of them: Aaron Burr and James Madison. The third, a taller guy with very wild curls and a deep purple button-up, caught your eye and winked.

“Mmm…. Angelica?”

Angelica, who had been busy inspecting the pastries in the glass case, looked up briefly. “Yes?”

You glanced at the one who had winked at you. He was now talking to his friends again. “Who is he? The one in the purple?”

“Oh. HIM. Thomas Jefferson.” Angelica wrinkled her nose. “Stay away from that one. He considers himself a real ladies man, but he most definitely is not. Kind of a creep if you ask me.” She went back to inspecting the pastries. “Lemon Poppy Seed, maybe…. Eliza will want chocolate…. (y/n)? What do you want?”

“I’ll have (breakfast pastry of your choice), please!” You said. You reached into your pocket for money, but Angelica stopped you.

“Don’t worry. Eliza and I have got you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind paying for mine.”

“Of course were sure,” Eliza said. “Anything for you!”

You smiled and looked up at Aaron, James, and this “Thomas.” Both Aaron and James waved when they saw you; you were friends with them and were going to be seeing the both of them in your classes. Thoman just smirked and gave a very cocky wave.

You left the bakery with the two Schuyler sisters. Eliza was mentioning how she wished Peggy could have come along, but was still asleep.

“If she wanted to, she would have woken up,” Angelica said. “But you’re right, we had ought to include her more….. hey, (y/n), are you okay? Something on your mind?”

Yes, there was something. A few somethings, in fact. One year without that jerk. Upcoming classes. And, for some reason, the guy with the curly hair. Thomas.

“Yes… But it doesn’t matter. Shall we just sit down somewhere?”

Angelica shrugged. “All the same to me.”

As the three of you walked away from the bakery, you let your mind wander a bit. You still remembered how it went down exactly a year ago…..

“Come on, please? Don’t you love me?”

“I’ve told you before, the answer is NO.”

Your boyfriend of two years was pressuring you to do something you didn’t want. And though at first he seemed understanding, he seemed to constantly ask to take you to bed. Nothing you said seemed to get him off your back.

“If you loved me,” he said angrily, “you’d let me.”

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t pressure me into doing this,” was all you said. And when he still didnt stop, you left him.

You had zero regrets. But if that was the case…

…then why was it on your mind so much?


Classes started a week later. You were especially excited for English- that was what you were majoring in. This class also had some of your friends- Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Aaron Burr, and James Madison. You took a seat with Aaron and James and started up a conversation with them.

“Hey, (y/n),” Aaron greeted. “Saw you the other day, why didn’t you come over and say hi?”

“Ah, I dunno,” you said. “You guys seemed deep in conversation. I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You wouldn’t have,” James insisted. “We like talking to you, you know that.”

“Yeah, but didn’t you have a friend with you? Someone new?”

“Yeah,” James said. “Thomas. He’d been in France, and now he’s starting here.”

As if he had read their minds, the tall boy, ‘Thomas,’ sauntered through the door and sat down right next to you. “Aaron. James. Hey, what did I miss?”

“Nothing,” Aaron said. “Have you met (Y/N)?”

Thomas grinned. “I do recognize her. Saw her a few days ago, didn’t I? I wouldn’t forget such a pretty face.”

“I… uh….”

He chuckled. “Aww, look, she’s cute when she’s flustered.

You looked up at him in surprise, and were about to respond when the professor called the class to attention. Thomas faced forward and slid a piece of paper into your palm. “We can talk later.”

You quietly unfolded it. It was a phone number. His.

No one had ever flirted with you that much before. It was weird, but not entirely unwelcome. But still, you didn’t know him. You promised yourself that you would be careful, and tucked the paper deep into your pocket and turned your attention to the professor.

But you weren’t able to concentrate. You kept glancing over at Thomas. Once he caught you and gave a cocky half smile, and you looked away, cheeks burning. There was no way you were going to be able to pay attention at this rate, which really disappointed you. You were determined to do well in this class.

After class, you had hoped to get away, but he decided to walk with you.

“So, (y/n),” he said, “Did you get our firat assignment?”

“Yes, of course I did,” you said, a little too quickly.

“Really?” He raised one eyebrow. “Good, because I completely missed it.”

You looked down in shame. “No, I’m sorry. I actually didn’t.”

He laughed. “I know. I could tell by the way you couldn’t stop concentrating on me.”


“Hey, no worries,” he said. “We’ll get it from Alex. He probably paid attention.”

“I would have paid attention!” You said. “I’m a good student! It’s just….” you didn’t finish.

“Yeah… you know what, it’s okay. I’m sorry I was teasing you before. I know I was flirting, but….” he hesitated. “I am gonna need help with this class. James and Aaron said that they’re both gonna help me, but James is always sick and Aaron has other stuff on his mind.”

“So… you want me to text you? When you get the assignment?”

“That would be fantastic.” He smiled, and it was different from his sexy, flirty smile. “Or maybe I should call you. Can I, uh….”

“Sure.” You grinned, took a sharpie out of your bag, gently grabbed his arm, and wrote your number down.“

He smiled. "That’s going to take a while to wash off.”

“You won’t forget it or lose it, this way.”

“You are smart, (y/n). Thanks so much.”

“No problem, Thomas.” You shook his hand and headed for your next class, feeling strangely light and giddy.


“So let me get this straight…. you’ve been talking to Thomas Jefferson? And he’s been flirting with you? He gave you his number?”

Angelica sat on the floor of your dorm, looking mildly concerned. You had told her everything, leaving out the light and happy feeling you had after talking to Thomas… You didn’t really want to talk to her about your feelings yet. For all you knew, you’d forget about him by next Tuesday. And judging by her facial expression, she didn’t like Thomas all that much.

“Yeah,” you said. “Why do you seem so upset? He isn’t that bad. He seems kinda sweet, actually.”

“Hah!” Angelica snorted. “If you say so.” Then, after a pause, she said, “maybe he is. But I also know that he can be a bit of a player. I’m pretty sure he had around 10 different girlfriends up in France.”

“You’re making that up! Where’d you here that?”

“I heard him bragging about it to Aaron and James.” She saw the look on your face. “You can… like him if you want. But be careful, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I wo-” you started, but we’re cut off by the sound of your phone buzzing. Thomas.

Angelica saw it too, and sighed. “You’d better take that.” She shook her head as she left the room, but then she smiled. “Maybe he isn’t that bad.”

You picked up the phone. “Hey, Thomas. Did you get the assignment?”

“Hey, (y/n), I- what? No, that’s not what I’m calling for. I mean I did, but I have something else.”

“Oh. What are we supposed to read?”

“First 50 pages of the textbook. But that isn’t important.” You heard him take a deep breath over the phone, like he was preparing himself for something. “We should go out. Together.”

“Like…. on a date?” You smiled. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“I, uh…. yes?”

It was weird, hearing him be so awkward. He had seemed so confident yesterday.

“Oh, Thomas… I really, really would like to….”


“But I don’t think so.” You sighed. “I barely know you. We met yesterday, and… I feel like it would be weird to date if we aren’t friends first. Maybe that’s just me….”

“No, no, that makes sense….” he tried to hide his disappointment. “Okay. That’s fine, we can still be friends.” The confidence returned. “You’re gonna still help me out, aren’t you?”

“Of course!”

“Good. Tomorrow?”

You laughed. “Sure. Don’t sound so eager.”

“Actually,” he said, “I’m waiting at least 12 hours to spend time with my new FRIEND.” He emphasized the word. “That’s a long time.”

“Okay…” you smiled. “I’m gonna go. I’ll see you tomorrow. I promise. And we’ll study. Alright?”

“Perfect.” He hung up abruptly, and you grinned. Such a weird guy, you thought. But you liked him.


So as planned, the two of you worked together on the reading. As classes went on, you spent even more time together, 'studying.’ Only you usually spent to much time talking and laughing to really get any work done. A month passed, and then two, then more, and suddenly you were closer than you had thought possible.

Without you realizing it, you had been spending every minute you could with Thomas. Something about his cocky and confident manner drew you to him. Sometimes, it led you to bail on Angelica and Eliza. And though being good friends with Thomas meant that you got to see James and Aaron a lot, eventually, Thomas would abandon them to spend time with you.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Thomas,” you heard James sigh. 

“Of course I know what I’m doing,” Thomas had said, somewhat defensively. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

Hearing James say that made you think; “Do I know what I’m doing?” You wondered. Thomas was your friend, but he was consuming every part of you. You were always with him, and when you weren’t, you thought about him.

For a moment you forgot where you were and what you were doing. After you remembered yourself, you turned to Thomas. “Study?”

“Actually,” he said, with a cocky grin, “I was thinking that maybe we should do something more fun. Maybe we should just watch a movie or something.”

“That does sound fun,” you agreed. “I don’t know, maybe we should get work done….” You shook your head. “Nah. We have all week. Let’s take a break.”

“Great. Your place?”


At your dorm, you briefly looked through your decent sized collection of old movies and then held one up. Thomas nodded his agreement, and you both settled on the couch.

A few minutes in Thomas slid his arm around you and you smiled.

'This is nice,’ you thought. 'I’m glad we’re such good friends, this is great.’

And as you thought that, Thomas looked at you with an almost shy look in his eye and said, “I love you, (y/n).”

For a moment you barely processed it and just looked straight ahead at the movie. He did too. But after a bit, you managed to mumble, “I love you too…”

His confident smile returned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that. Say it again?”

Instead of saying it again for him, you thought, 'ah, what the hell. Why not?’ And leaned over and kissed him. Not a soft kiss, either; a passionate kiss, letting him know how much you loved him.

His surprise only lasted for a minute. He returned the kiss, running his rough fingers through your hair.

“(Y/n),” he said when you pulled apart, “You’re so beautiful. I should have told you sooner.”

“I should have too. I guess I was just…” You sighed. “Suppressing my feelings.”

“If you don’t mind me asking… why? We could have been together sooner. Although maybe it’s my fault too. I could have spoken up.”

“It's because… I wasn’t sure about being in a relationship again. My last one ended really badly. I didn’t want to repeat it…”

“Shh, don’t worry,” he said, stroking your hair. You rested your head on his shoulder. “I’m not gonna treat you bad, I promise you that.”

You smiled. “Finally. Someone new. Someone decent.”

“What, never met a decent guy before me?”

“Maybe not,” you said with a laugh. The film was still going on in front of you, but you weren’t really interested at all any more.

“I’ll be good for you,” he promised. “You won’t be disappointed.”

“I hope not,” you teased. “Are you gonna prove that?”

He cleared his throat. “Well, maybe I already demonstrated this, but…. I’m a pretty good kisser.”

The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel PC Guest Blog #1 from Peter “Durante” Thoman - Performance

When XSEED approached me about contributing to their in-progress The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel port, I was immediately excited about the prospect. The Trails in the Sky series features some of my favourite JRPGs on PC, so I looked forward to making this later game in the franchise the best it can be on PC.

Of course, back at that point I didn’t quite anticipate just how involved I would get - I was expecting to do some optimization here and there, maybe amounting to a week or two of full-time work. Reality would turn out different, and in this series of articles I’ll give you some idea of why.

The series is currently planned in 3 parts, leading up to the release of the game on August 2nd:

  • The first part, which you are reading right now, deals with performance aspects, primarily framerates and loading times.
  • The second part will describe the graphical enhancements and options available in the PC version, and how they came about.
  • Finally, the third part will go into some specific features of the PC port that aren’t direct graphical enhancements, and explain some of the challenges in implementing them. 

Keep reading


Red Dragon, chapter 2:

He would try to sleep. His mind was a busy rooming house with arguments all around him, and they were fighting somewhere down the hall. He was numb and empty and he drank two fingers of whiskey before he lay down. 






A (not complete) Guide to some of the greatest Pianists of the 20th Century 

ANDA, GÉZA (1921–1976) Hungarian, a pupil of Dohnányi (Dohnányi studied with Liszt pupil István Thoman) and Kodály. From the outset of his career, he was what one might call a philosopher-virtuoso. In his lifelong quest for the perfect balance of head and heart, between intellect and instinct, he explored many facets of music-making. In 1941, he made his debut with the Berlin Philharmonic under Wilhelm Furtwängler, who dubbed him “troubadour of the piano.”

ARRAU, CLAUDIO (1903–1991) Born in Chile just a few years after Rosita Renard, he studied in Germany with the same teacher, Liszt pupil Martin Krause, and went on to a long career and fame. The possessor of a remarkable tone, gold alloyed to bronze.

BACKHAUS, WILHELM (1884–1969) Born in Leipzig, the decisive influence of his life was his study with d’Albert. By 1909 he was already the echt Germanic musician, studying manuscripts and urtexts. It is a bit surprising that he had a fondness for Chopin’s etudes.

BARTÓK, BÉLA (1881–1945) The great Hungarian composer is not as famous as a pianist but had in fact placed second to Backhaus for the Rubinstein piano Prize in 1905. He studied piano with Liszt pupil István Thoman. 

BOLET, JORGE (1914–1990) Brought as a boy from his native Cuba to Philadelphia’s Curtis Institute, he had lessons with Rosenthal, Godowsky, and Hofmann, but it was the discipline instilled in him by David Saperton that formed his gigantic technique. He credited later-coaching with Abram Chasins for his luscious tone.

BRAILOWSKY, ALEXANDER (1896–1976) Born in Kiev of Polish background, he gave complete Chopin cycles between the two world wars. This Leschetizky pupil was not well served by recordings, only a few of which are faithful to his art. In person his tone was intimate and inviting.

BUSONI, FERRUCCIO (1866–1924) An Italian who adopted German culture, he was an intellectual, and a unique interpreter; with Liszt, Anton Rubinstein, and Hofmann, one of history’s towering pianists. A composer of music some of which still seems beyond the public, in his day his Chopin interpretations were considered strange and controversial.

CHERKASSKY, SHURA (1909–1995) Born in Odessa, the foremost pupil of Josef Hofmann, whom at the start he shamelessly imitated, finding his own pianistic voice only after his teacher’s death. A favorite in England where he resided, he was one of the last pianists with a fabulous, romantic tone.

CORTOT, ALFRED (1877–1962) He studied at the Paris Conservatory with Chopin’s associate, Émile Descombes. Because of his embrace of the emerging phonograph, Cortot was one of the twentieth century’s most famous Chopin players, particularly associated with the ballades, etudes, and preludes. It is said that Rachmaninoff found his etudes “too musical.”

FRIEDMAN, IGNAZ (1882–1948) A Polish pupil of Leschetizky, this colossal virtuoso was overshadowed in his day by several of his contemporaries, but as he made more recordings than the others, he is well-remembered as one of the giants of romantic piano playing. His Nocturne op. 55, no. 2 recording is almost universally admired and might just be the greatest Chopin recording ever made.

GIESEKING, WALTER (1895–1956) Born in France of German parents, he became the foremost interpreter of French impressionistic piano music, his gradations of piano and pianissimo almost limitless. While not primarily a Chopin specialist, his few recordings of Chopin’s music are object lessons in romantic style.

GINZBURG, GRIGORY (1904–1961) He studied in Moscow with Alexander Goldenweiser and won fourth prize in the 1927 Warsaw Chopin Competition. His many recordings have only recently become widely available.

GODOWSKY, LEOPOLD (1870–1938) Born in Lithuania, almost completely self-taught, his more than 50 arrangements of the Chopin etudes brought piano technique to new heights. In front of the recording horn and microphone he tended to emotional restraint and in general his playing was not well served by the phonograph.

HOFMANN, JOSEF (1876–1957) The only protégé of Anton Rubinstein, he is considered one of the four or five greatest pianists in history. Similar to Busoni in that his playing was unlike any else’s, he combined note perfection with imaginative, sometimes willful interpretations.

HOROWITZ, VLADIMIR (1903–1989) Born in Kiev, he became the pianist whose name was synonymous with fabulous technique in the twentieth century. His tone was not always ideal for Chopin, and his interpretive decisions sometimes bizarre, but he loved Chopin, played it often, and sometimes produced miracles of Chopin interpretation.

KAPELL, WILLIAM (1922–1953) The “great hope” of American pianists, whose life and career were cut short by a plane crash. Possessor of a sovereign technique and a gleaming tone, his commercial recording of mazurkas is devoid of charm, but this live performance shows better how he played in person.

KÁROLYI, JULIAN VON (1914-1993) A Hungarian, pupil of Dohnányi in Budapest and Cortot in Paris, he was one of the leading pianists of the 20th century, but has now unjustly faded into obscurity. The main attraction in Karolyi’s playing, a combination of deeply probing intellect, an exquisite touch and discerning dynamics in the delicate moments, stupendous virtuosity, and musicianship of the highest level.

KOCZALSKI, RAOUL VON (1884–1948) A Polish prodigy said to have played a thousand recitals by age twelve, he studied with Chopin’s assistant Mikuli. Living in Germany he had the opportunity to record much Chopin, his specialty. His two E-flat Nocturne recordings contains variant readings said to stem from Chopin through Mikuli.

LARROCHA, ALICIA DE (1923–2009) The Spanish mezzo-soprano Conchita Supervia took an interest in this prodigy and at one of her own recording sessions insisted that the engineers record the nine year old. De Larrocha’s legs were too short to reach the pedals so she accomplished the legato with her fingers alone.

LHÉVINNE, JOSEF (1874-1944) A fellow student at the Moscow Conservatory with Rachmaninoff and Scriabin, he was much influenced by Anton Rubinstein’s playing. A long-time teacher at New York’s Juilliard School, he was an astonishing bravura player but not as comfortable in slower, poetic works.

LIPATTI, DINU (1917–1950) His early death from leukemia robbed the world of one of the greatest pianists of the day. Born in Rumania, he studied with Cortot in Paris. His musicality and artistry were combined with crystal-clear pianism and a self-effacing attitude that perfectly fit the developing new aesthetic of performance.

MICHALOWSKI, ALEXANDER (1851–1938) Polish, a student of Moscheles, Reinecke, and Tausig, he coached with Chopin’s pupil Mikuli when he was forty, but it is unclear that this changed his approach to his playing, one of the oldest styles captured by recordings. He taught scores of Polish pianists.

MOISEIWITSCH, BENNO (1890–1963) Born in Odessa but British by adoption, he was one of the towering poetic voices among pianists of his day, admired by Rachmaninoff and Hofmann. His studies with Leschetizky brought out his rare individuality and artistry.

NOVAES, GUIOMAR (1895–1979) At the age of fourteen she prevailed over 400 contestants for a place to study with Philipp at the Paris Conservatory, astounding Debussy and Fauré. During her long career she played with imaginative personality and one of the most transcendent piano tones ever recorded.

OHLSSON, GARRICK (b. 1948) Winner of the Chopin Competition in 1970, he has recorded the complete works of Chopin and often plays all-Chopin recitals. His championing of the Busoni Piano Concerto was a pianistic highlight of recent decades.

PACHMANN, VLADIMIR DE (1848–1933) Perhaps the most renowned Chopin specialist ever, his style harkens back to the Hummel school, although it was Liszt and his emphasis on individuality of expression that had the greatest role in shaping Pachmann’s playing. Godowsky considered him unique and supreme among all pianists.

PADEREWSKI, IGNACE JAN (1860–1941) The most renowned pianist after Liszt, for decades the embodiment of Polish majesty, famed for his personality and dedication to Poland.  By the time he first recorded, his playing had begun to deteriorate, but this mazurka shows his temperament and artistry.

RACHMANINOFF, SERGEI (1873–1943) A pupil of Siloti and Sverev in his native Russia, hearing Anton Rubenstein was the defining influence on his pianism. He moved to the west in 1918 and became a recitalist noted for persuasive interpretations. After Busoni’s death, his playing was comparable to that of his friend Hofmann’s as the greatest of the age.

RENARD, ROSITA (1894–1949) Born in Santiago, Chile, she studied with Liszt pupil Martin Krause. An impulsive virtuoso with fiery temperament and an astonishing technique, she was also, paradoxically, a simple and deeply religious person. Her only Carnegie Hall recital was recorded four months before her death.

ROSENTHAL, MORIZ (1862–1946) Born of Polish parents but formed by Germanic culture, his first teacher was Mikuli. He became the Liszt pupil with the most transcendent technique after Tausig, but it was Anton Rubinstein’s playing that most influenced his art. He didn’t develop the poetic side of his playing until late, fortunately just before he recorded.

RUBINSTEIN, ARTHUR (1887–1982) Perhaps the most satisfying Chopin specialist of the recent past, his great career was long in developing; he didn’t take first place until after the death of other pianists presented here. Never a probing interpreter, healthy playing combined with an attractive public personality sufficed, and coincided with the newly emerging aesthetic.

SAUER, EMIL VON (1863–1942) Another Liszt pupil who was influenced by Anton Rubinstein’s playing, he was born in Germany and studied with Anton’s brother Nicholas in Moscow before going to Liszt. An elegant virtuoso with a personal style, he enjoyed a full career and love-life. His recordings are classics.

SOFRONITSKY, VLADIMIR (1901–1961) Born in Russia, his family moved to Poland when he was three, where he studied with Michalowski. In 1916 he began studies at the Petrograd Conservatory and eventually married his fellow student, Scriabin’s daughter Elena. Only twice did he venture outside of the Soviet Republic.

SOLOMON [CUTNER] (1902–1988) An English-born prodigy, he stopped playing in his teens and went to live and study with Mathilde Verne, a Clara Schumann pupil. He dropped his second name, resumed concertizing, and first recorded in 1929. His career was cut short by a stroke in 1956.

WILD, EARL (1915–2010) Truly the last pianist trained in the grand romantic tradition, he studied with Barere and Petri. His transcriptions of Rachmaninoff songs are among the best ever penned.

© Gregor Benko, 2010