Fauré and the Lullaby of Death
"Someone called it a lullaby of death. But that's the way I perceive death."


A century ago, on November 4, 1924, the composer Gabriel Fauré passed away in Paris. Appreciating and understanding his work “constitutes a privilege from which it is difficult not to derive a sort of innocent pride. It is the mark of a subtle ear, the flattering indication of a refined sensibility.”[1] Born seventy-nine years earlier in the picturesque town of Pamiers in southwestern France…