Articles by Yehudi Wyner
When pianist Robert Levin called me in Italy bringing us the news about the Pulitzer Prize, I tried to remain calm in an effort to simulate mature equanimity—but it was no use. The exhilaration trumped all restraint.
When pianist Robert Levin called me in Italy bringing us the news about the Pulitzer Prize, I tried to remain calm in an effort to simulate mature equanimity—but it was no use. The exhilaration trumped all restraint.