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A ridiculously, crummy book. The author gave no real purpose for his writing and just wandered through the desert for a lot longer than 40 years. There were a few times that the author approached a thesis statement, but only well after spending way too many pages wandering about. Even in those instances, the author would go on and on and on and then, after the fact, try to summarize and express the awkward beginnings of a thesis statement. I can see how Beethoven can be a very fascinating subject, but without a clear sense of direction, there was no purpose to all of the exposition. Clearly, this author does not rise to the level of the Ninth in his writing abilities.