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...tapestry-lined Hall of Hercules in Munich's bomb-battered Residenz palace was packed, and the exquisite prospect of journalistic mayhem was in the air. Grim critics, with knives sharpened and hatchets drawn, were on hand to slice up youthful (31) Karl Richter, regarded by loyal fans as the greatest musical talent of his generation in Germany. Organist-Harpsichordist-Conductor Richter had committed a double crime: irreverence for the mighty Bach and the almighty critics...
...Defying convention, Richter brought a dynamic new approach to his Bach reading. His performances proved so brilliantly illuminating that he was offered the top job in the world of German Protestant church music, Bach's own post of Thomaskantor in Leipzig; Richter refused so he could stay in Munich, where he developed a fine 100-voice Bach choir. Gradually the critics became disenchanted. Richter, they felt, had slipped into sentimentality; worse, he seemed to be reaching too far out for effects and succeeding only in distorting the master. After one disastrous concert, when he tried to branch...
English-language column aimed at G.I.s and U.S. tourists. At first, the Americans were bored and Germans bristled. Finally, Feehan's sprightly prattle captured the city, and he became Munich's darling...
...Good Life. Riding his success, Feehan quit his job with RFE, now earns some $800 a month by outside projects, mostly writing German and American screenplays. His take from Munich-Go-Round: $40 a column, a pittance by U.S. standards, but the highest rate in Munich. On his combined earnings, Feehan lives with a stunning, British-born wife in a small house in Munich's fashionable Harlaching suburb. There Feehan throws cocktail parties for hordes of friends and contacts, happily moves through the crowds with a gallon of martinis (8-to-1) in one hand, and a gallon...
...occasion, Columnist Feehan turns into a mild crusader-he has berated Munich for its red-light district, chewed out American M.P.s who do not "help teen-age soldiers being openly exploited by hardened harlots." But, generally, Expatriate Feehan sticks to chiding German frauleins on their spraddle-footed dancing, and American housewives on their hair curlers, calling the roll of celebrities who pass through town, and pointing the way to good food and drink, e.g., for Balkan dishes, "go to Bei Milan's in the shadow of the Rathaus...