Igor Stravinsky has not failed to become ""a healthy octogenarian"" despite numerous ailments and conviction that he was a homelessly frail child. The doughty old composer is, if than when he last caught him chatting with Robert Craft then Memoirs and Commentaries) Recalling a sojourn in France 24, he refers to ""the automobile stage of my life"" but immediately form of transportation, describing his new American existence () as ""my stage"". He still travels, still composes, still observes the ways of the world in his own inimitable manner. Although he has apparently not mellowed much with age, he has perhaps ripened, and his remarks concerning his own work, other musicians, and the field of music criticism particularly, are more direct and valid than ever before. Just as it would be difficult to experience a real appreciation of his music by attending one long concert of it alone, so it might be nearly impossible to understand Stravinsky himself if Craft had been content with only one long ""biography"". Those who cared to make the acquaintance of Stravinsky, the creator of so much that stands for ""modern"" in the world of music, have already done so with the earlier books, or still may do so. But even if one is not interested in or aware of the technicalities, the current volume can stand completely alone as a sortrayal of Stravinsky the human being, as fascinating and unforgettable a character as one is likely to meet.