Jens Johler - Bach and The Tuning of the World

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Everyone has heard of Johann Sebastian Bach's Well-Tempered Clavier – but hardly anybody knows anything about his journey to F sharp major.
In March of 1700, shortly before his fifteenth birthday, Johann Sebastian Bach set off on his journey. His destination: to create perfect music, music that unites heaven and earth in harmony. His search finally brought him to Lübeck, where he became acquainted with Andreas Werckmeister and the well-tempered tuning. In this tempering – and that is new! – you can play everything, all keys, in major and minor. But perfection has its price: All notes are «tempered» a bit, which means falsified; the music has a touch of artificiality from now on. And not only the notes and pitches – nature and people are also being tempered. Gardens are laid out with geometric precision, rivers are canalized, cities redesigned. Night becomes day thanks to street lighting, the pocket watch makes it possible to take along the time with you, the tuning fork enables choral pitch. The journey into an artificial world has begun. When Bach completed the Well-Tempered Clavier, he was overcome with profound doubt: Is not his work «only of this world» – perfect, artificial, profane?
"For us, Bach's life consists primarily of biographical gaps. We know some things; but we don't know much. These gaps offer a novelist his chance. The facts were my fetters but they were also my source of inspiration. I did not invent anything 'freely' in the meaning of arbitrarily, though." Jens Johler
"Jens Johler by no means turns the historical facts around.... Instead, he is writing a great of development novel in which private motifs and the course of time intertwine like fugue themes. " Harald Asel, rbb Inforadio

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Erdmann wanted to know whether the witch had confessed from the very onset or only after torture.

‘Well,’ said the cloth merchant, ‘at first, a bailiff in Wernigerode made enquiries, and brought the case to court, and the court decided that charges should be preferred. The decision was signed by the Count. So the witch was arrested, thrown into the tower, stripped bare, depilated, and questioned – at first in a friendly manner. She denied everything, vehemently and stubbornly, of course, so they showed her the instruments – the thumbscrews, the rack, the Spanish boot, and so on, but all to no avail. Finally, the Council for Judgment made a decision for use of torture; and soon after came the confession, and that confession will be read aloud publicly tomorrow.’ He certainly didn’t want to miss that – especially all the things the witch had confessed to, in terms of her liaison with the Devil. ‘You might learn a thing or two,’ he added, without noticing that Erdmann had made a face. ‘But,’ he continued, ‘I’m also very anxious to learn about the shenanigans of the witches during their witches’ sabbath on the top of the Blocksberg Mountain, and, of course, how they ever managed to ride through the air on a broomstick. Flying, he said, is an old dream of mankind.

Would the young gentlemen be interested in attending the trial?

Bach looked at Erdmann questioningly. Erdmann shook his head.

‘But why?’ exclaimed the merchant, uncomprehending. ‘You wouldn’t want to miss a thing like that. Didn’t even Martin Luther preach that sorceresses must not be allowed to live? That they steal milk, butter and everything else from a house and can create mysterious diseases in the human knee that gradually consume the whole body? That they minister potions and incantations so as to summon hatred, love, storms, all sorts of havoc in the house and on the fields and they are able to make people limp with their magic arrows even from a distance of a mile or more, while nobody could heal the lame victim?’

‘I beg your pardon,’ said Erdmann. ‘Luther or no Luther, this whole witch-burning business is a nothing but insufferable nonsense. I have a very low opinion about it, truly. I’m not even sure that such a thing as witches ever existed. Nothing but figments of the imagination! For example:

They accused the mother of Johannes Kepler of being a witch only because people thought they recognized her in his novel about a trip to the moon. So this great man spent many years in his life defending his mother. Finally, they released her, but by then she was in miserable shape. And a year later, she died of exhaustion. Imagine that! Johannes Kepler’s mother!

The merchant said he didn’t know any Kepler.

Then he presumably didn’t know Christian Thomasius either?

‘I know a Christian Sartorius,’ said the merchant, ‘but you probably don’t mean him?’

‘No,’ said Erdmann, ‘I am talking about Master Thomasius at the University in Halle. Thomasius has given irrefutable proof that any kind of interrogation by torture is not only inhumane but useless. A person being tortured would confess to anything his torturers had put to him; truth never comes to light this way. Thus it happened not long ago that seven men were hanged for holding up a stagecoach; on the rack, all seven confessed, although it turned out later that only four robbers had been involved in that particular hold-up. But it was not merely three too many who were hanged, but seven. Because they caught red-handed the four who were actually responsible when they committed another robbery. And naturally, they too were hanged. So now, the total was eleven.’

‘Oh well,’ the cloth merchant said indifferently, ‘the others probably also had it coming.

In Wernigerode, the preparations for the spectacle were in full swing. Merchants from near and far had set up their stands. A wooden platform had been boarded together for the councillors and local notables who had come to town for the occasion. The stake had already been erected, although the burning was scheduled for the following day.

The cloth merchant could hardly hide his feverish anticipation. Even Bach was tempted to go along with the mood for a moment. Erdmann wanted to get out of Wernigerode as quickly as possible. He said he had an appointment in Wolfenbüttel.

‘An appointment? With whom?’

‘Well,’ said Erdmann evasively. ‘With an individual of some rank.’

‘Upon my soul,’ said Bach. ‘Not with the Prince, is it?’

‘With a Prince of the mind, yes,’ said Erdmann at last. ‘With Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz, the philosopher.’

‘Oh, I can hardly wait,’ said Bach.

3. The Philosopher

Simply to walk through the dam-gate and cross the huge castle square, the aspect of the mighty castle itself towering over all other houses on the square, filled them with awe. And the no less impressive figure of the philosopher now received them in the library! He was wearing a flowing wig with a plethora of black curls, a magnificent coat cut in the French style, silk stockings and silver buckles on his shoes. Erdmann froze in awe. Bach felt uneasy. He was tempted to bow and scrape in front of the distinguished gentleman and was only just able to hold himself back.

As the philosopher showed them through the rooms of the famous library, Bach was flabbergasted. So many books, thousands of them! And each and every one of them identically bound in expensive light brown calf leather with gilt engravings. The shelves reached right up to the room’s awesomely high ceiling, crammed with works of natural philosophy, moral philosophy and theology.

He was in the process of converting the library to a new system, the philosopher said. Up to now, the books were catalogued according to their more or less arbitrary location on the shelves. Now he wanted to establish a new principle of arrangement, in alphabetical order by the name of the author, from A for Aristotle to Z for Zwingli. It’s more practical. You’ll find the books more quickly and save time. Indeed, the era in which they lived was an era of reorganization and cataclysmic inventions. Had they heard of the calculating machine?

Erdmann nodded.

Bach shook his head.

‘Here,’ said the philosopher, and turned to a table on which an oblong object was hidden under a cloth. With a swift movement, he pulled away the cloth and revealed a golden sparkling machine that sported confusing details: on the top side of the apparatus, Bach recognized the numbers 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. They were arranged in a circle around an adjustable pointer in the centre. Eight such circles of numbers adorned the top side. They were connected to eight perpendicular number discs that apparently could be set in motion by a large crank.

‘The turnspit,’ the philosopher joked, and turned the crank. Le Tournebroche .

Confused and fascinated, Bach and Erdmann looked at the enigmatic apparatus.

The philosopher could hardly hide his satisfaction. ‘This,’ he said proudly, ‘is an invention that will change the world. No more stupid calculating. Addition, subtraction, multiplication, division – no longer a problem. Ten times as fast as when you do it with your head alone.’

‘And how,’ Bach asked doubtfully, ‘does it work?’

‘Take a look here,’ said the philosopher, and motioned for the two to come closer. ‘The most important thing is the graduated roller. The teeth have different lengths and are slidable. All the digits of the summand can thus be translated to the results mechanism.’

Bach scratched his head.

Leibniz laughed, amused. ‘With this machine, gentlemen,’ he exclaimed, ‘we’ll be able in the near future to calculate everything and represent it in formulas.’

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