Socially shy and sartorially impractical, given to fits of self-doubt and melancholy, and weighted down with a multitude of psychological problems, Peter Tchaikovsky nonetheless exemplified the idea that ""the artist is a man who harnesses the powers of chaos in the beauty of order, starting with the chaos in himself"". Having finally overcome an early tendency to laziness, he came to detest dilettantism. ""He more than anyone else except his master Nikolai Rubenstein made music a professional matter in Russia."" The biographical treatment here is frank about his personal, life, but maintains propriety; it is revealing, but not sanctimonious. It gives us a popular composer both as he was and as we would like to have him.