The Fredösphere

I am reading my way through Making Music Modern:  New York in the 1920s by Carol J. Oja and enjoying it.  It's got lot's of interesting stuff I never knew.  For example, did you know about the truncated composing career of Leo Ornstein?  He was a performing sensation in the nineteen-teens and wrote wildly experimental ("futurist") music.  He soon grew tired of the spotlight and retreated to a teaching role, but for a while the young American immigrant was being compared to Stravinsky and Schoenberg, with the assumption that he would eventually eclipse them both. (His stage presence was also compared to the hypnotic revivalist Billy Sunday.)

So, here's my plan:  I'll satisfy my blogging responsibilities for the entire upcoming year by quoting one paragraph from the book until I've quoted every one.  Brilliant, don't you think?  And completely illegal, when you look at the big picture, but who ever looks at the big picture?  If readers focus on each individual post, they will see only a short excerpt, and that's fair use, right?  Yes ... yes ... I'm liking this plan more and more.  So evil, and yet, so good.