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Olga Rudge & Ezra Pound: "What Thou Lovest Well..."

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42 Lost Loves<br />

to play Premier Prix de Rome winner Lili Boulanger’s Nocturne, accompanied<br />

by Nadia, her more famous sister. Paris critics praised <strong>Olga</strong>’s<br />

‘‘virtuosity and style.’’ Her mother’s friend Halcott Glover was in the<br />

audience: ‘‘The performance [was] sheer good work, such as one does not<br />

often see. . . . I feel sure that if merit has anything to do with it, you will<br />

soon be famous. And what a beautiful dress!’’<br />

Paris picked up its tempo after the war, followed by les années folles. The<br />

cost of living almost quadrupled. A baguette that cost fifty centimes in<br />

December 1919 cost ninety a month later. <strong>Olga</strong>’s father had signed a long<br />

lease at the prewar rent on the rue Chamfort apartment, where she continued<br />

to stay during the concert season. She was touted as ‘‘violoniste, de<br />

l’Orchestre Symphonique de Londres’’ in a concert at the Théâtre Caton<br />

in February 1920, performing the Debussy Sonata with Georges de Lausnay<br />

of the Conservatoire.<br />

Back at Belsize Park, <strong>Olga</strong> was preparing for the premiere performance<br />

in London of the new Ildebrando Pizzetti sonata. The date—May 17,<br />

1920—was one she would never forget. Julia had been transposing the<br />

violin part from a piano score arranged for pianist Henri Etlin. She was not<br />

well, resting in bed, copying the second movement, ‘‘Preghiera per gli<br />

innocenti, chi so√rano e non sanno il perchè’’ [Prayer for the innocent,<br />

who su√er and know not why]. Suddenly, the emotional stress of the war<br />

years took its toll, and the tired heart stopped beating. (In the euphemism<br />

of the time, her mother died of ‘‘a broken heart’’; <strong>Olga</strong> recorded crepe<br />

cuore in her notebook). Some sixty years later, at La Fenice in Venice when<br />

someone in the audience was stricken, she recalled ‘‘the terrible sight—<br />

mother!—except that after, she looked peaceful and beautiful.’’<br />

As she lay dying, Julia had made <strong>Olga</strong> promise that she would not go<br />

away with her first love, Egerton Grey, who was—according to law and in<br />

the eyes of God—a married man. (Egerton had not asked her to do this,<br />

<strong>Olga</strong> later insisted; he was waiting for an annulment of his early marriage.)<br />

But <strong>Olga</strong> promised, thinking her sacrifice would placate her dying<br />

mother. ‘‘My duplicity was the last shock she had after Arthur’s death and<br />

Teddy’s imprisonment. I still have all these things on my heart.’’<br />

Black-bordered mourning cards were sent out to friends of the family<br />

at home and abroad: ‘‘Julia O’Connell <strong>Rudge</strong>, décédée après une courte

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