In 1540 or 1541, there was a commotion in Room 5 of the Hotel zum Löwen (German for The Lion Hotel). The rooming house was in the sleepy town of Staufen, situated between the Black Forest and the Rhine plain. Room 5 was occupied by an alchemist, and the blast was basically the equivalent of a meth lab explosion. Rumors soon spread that the Devil himself had arrived to take Johann Georg Faust, aka Georgius Sabellicus, aka Georgius Helmstetter, to Hell.
So the story goes, at any rate.
I had reached 1857 on my chronological tour de flute parts from the Orchestra Musician’s CD-ROM Library. Franz Liszt’s Faust Symphony was up, but I was reluctant to tackle it for a multitude of reasons. Well, three. Firstly, as a high schooler I’d had a lousy experience playing the second clarinet part in a concert-band transcription of Liszt’s Les Preludes. It was awful, all long tones and arpeggios, and I hated it. Reason the second was that I had recently played the flute part of Wagner’s Faust Overture, which is a piece cobbled together from fragments of an abandoned symphony and doesn’t work. Reason number three was that the Liszt symphony clocked in at an hour and fifteen minutes.
Being a champion procrastinator, I wound up spending at least five times the length of the Faust Symphony learning stuff about Faust, a story of ambition and consequences that has inspired countless artists. (The Wikipedia page lists more than 200 works in pretty much every genre.)
Was there a real Faust? Historians seem to think so, although with caveats that include the possibility that more than one traveling trickster might have used this name.
This Faust lived from about 1466 (some sources say 1480, but 1466 is considered more likely) to that explosive day in 1540 or 1541. He may have been raised in Knittlingen, or Helmstett. Helmstett may be more likely, as Heidelberg University records a Georgius Helmstetter attending from 1483 to 1487, but Knittlingen is the one with a Faust Museum, so it has my heart. Faust claimed the title of doctor and wandered about offering his services as a teacher, alchemist, magician, and astrologer. He cast horoscopes and brewed potions and, maybe, wrote grimoires and other books about magic. (Or other people put his name on the texts.) Faust tended to get on people’s nerves and was thrown out of Ingolstadt, Nuremberg, and other towns.
Faust made and encouraged various extravagant claims. That the dog he traveled with could turn into a human servant. That he could reproduce all of Jesus’ miracles. Abbott Trithemius of Wurzburg, writing to a friend in 1507, called Faust “a vagabond, an utterer of vain repetitions.” Trithemius, who himself claimed magical powers, obviously had personal reasons for his disdain, but I appreciate his sarcastic description of his rival as a “fountainhead of necromancers, astrologer, the second Magus, chiromancer, aeromancer, and pyromancer.” Pyromancy, which is divination by means of flames, may be what did Faust in, in the end.
The earliest printed recounting of Faust’s exploits seems to be the 1587 chapbook the History von D. Johann Fausten. About five years later came Christopher Marlowe’s hit play The Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus. The big inspiration for the Fausts of the Romantic era, though—the Fausts of Wagner and Liszt, and the rest—was Goethe’s version: Faust: Eine Tragoedie. Goethe’s work is a closet drama, written to be read rather than staged, but it ignited a wave of plays and operas where audiences could see for themselves Faust, Mephistopheles, and Margarete (nicknamed Gretchen), and townspeople and emperors and spirits, plus a big black poodle.
At the time Liszt finished his symphony, Spohr and Berlioz had produced Faust operas, and many more were to come. Heavy-hitter composers Beethoven, Schubert, Mendelssohn, Verdi, and Schumann had written songs and symphonic poems on Faust themes.
My feelings about Liszt, both as a composer and as a person, have become more generous than they used to be. I’ve played a number of his shorter works, especially the Hungarian Rhapsodies, in my project, and found them fun. As well, in my reading about other composers’ lives, I keep finding Liszt’s helping hand, offering friendship, advocacy, and money. He assisted the careers of Chopin, Wagner, Berlioz, the Schumanns, Borodin, Grieg, and more. For someone who got as much adulation and fame as Liszt did (oh, the groupies!), he seems to have been a pretty standup guy.
So I managed, eventually, to dive into the Faust Symphony. There aren’t a ton of recordings of this piece. It requires a big orchestra, and an organ, and a chorus and a soloist, and, as noted, it’s very long, but I was happy to find one by Georg Solti, one of my favorite conductors, and the Chicago Symphony, my favorite orchestra. It was an amazing experience, and I loved every bit of it. There are three sections, Faust, Gretchen, and Mephistopheles. I had a great time, even when I got lost in the trickier, fast-moving bits of Mephistopheles. Then I listened to it again while I read an English translation of Goethe’s Faust, part 1. And again, as I wrote this essay.
One great extra about Faust, if you are tempted after watching the movies and reading the books and hearing the music, its that you can do a tour. If you don’t have the budget for a trip to Germany, you might try a visit to the “unabashedly Gothic” Faust Haus, a winery in Napa Valley. Or you can get a cheaper thrill by ordering some beans from Detroit’s Faust Haus coffee roasting company.
I’d love to make a Faust pilgrimage to Germany someday, with stops at the Knittlinger museum, Heidelberg University, and the Fausthaus in Bad Kreuznach, one of the doctor’s many residences. The Fausthaus has an attached restaurant where one can enjoy a pint or two. The apex of the tour would of course be Room 5 in Staufen, in what’s now the Gasthaus Löwen. There’s a portrait of Doctor Faust carved into the wall! An en suite bath, dark wood everywhere, crimson upholstery, and a dinette set tucked underneath a pair of lovely large European windows!
It would be expensive, though…I might have to make a deal with the Devil to afford it.