Christmas heaves menacingly 
                into sight and the challenge of finding 
                presents for musical friends leers at 
                you yet again. 
              
 
              
This book could be 
                your answer. It is a book of caricatures 
                of composers of the last century with 
                quite a few lingering, rambling or dashing 
                through into the present century. 
              
 
              
John Minnion is the 
                artist and author of the book. You might 
                know his name. You almost certainly 
                know his art if you have any of the 
                Naxos series of Glazunov orchestral 
                works. Mr Minnion's Glazunov drawing 
                appears on the front of every one of 
                those Naxos disks. He began drawing 
                composers for The Listener in the 1980s 
                and later for Classic CD. 
              
 
              
The book is in 200mm 
                by 210mm format. 
              
 
              
He works in black and 
                white using clear lines and no colour. 
                Gradation and texture are eloquently 
                put across in stipple effects and contour 
                lines to suggest light and shade. He 
                is not afraid to use black - have a 
                look at his vital drawing of Leonard 
                Bernstein. 
              
 
              
The book is laid out 
                chronologically with major fault lines 
                in musical history allocated more text 
                than the brief thumbnail commentary 
                allocated for each of the 100 or so 
                composers illustrated here. 
              
 
              
I specially liked the 
                arachnid Rachmaninov, the Gollum-style 
                Schoenberg and the elvish Szymanowski. 
                Minnion’s RVW reminds me of Beavis and 
                Butthead of late night TV from years 
                back. Something similar can be seen 
                in the Panufnik sketch. Minnion’s Varese 
                is wonderful - about to explode. The 
                Weill is superb. It should be used on 
                the cover of a CD or something more 
                significant - if ever there is a Weill 
                festival somewhere this would make a 
                superb poster! Then again there is horrified-frightened 
                Walton , the extruded Martinů, 
                Lutyens looking like something from 
                one of the Hammer horrors for which 
                she provided scores and scorn. Cage 
                and Stockhausen are great with a craggy 
                Lenny Bernstein a festively unhinged 
                Arvo Pärt, a beaming Nancarrow and turniphead 
                Turnage! 
              
Each year of the century 
                is listed with a few key works from 
                each of those years in a panel next 
                to the main business. And what is the 
                main business? This is the sequence 
                of drawings and the personal entries. 
                The entries are pretty informal. Puccini 
                for example is listed as having hobbies 
                including sexual infidelity. Mr Minnion 
                is not short of world views either for, 
                as he says, while romanticism was chided 
                and derided it never went away and 'it 
                may be that classical music has lost 
                its way without it and may never claim 
                it back again'. Personally I think that 
                is too gloomy a prediction but who knows. 
              
 
              
This is wonderfully 
                well done as a book of illustrations. 
                It tells us something of the psychology 
                of the composer in each case and does 
                so wittily and not without taking a 
                few dangerous corners. 
              
 
                Rob Barnett