Music and musicians in mystery: a bibliography.(Bibliography)

After a lifetime of living in the shadow (and in the service) of others--first my pianist father and then my conductor husband--I had found myself emerging, at the age of forty-eight, into a Phoebe Mullins I hardly recognized. A person who could function very nicely on her own, thank you. A person who could hold down a job and drive a car. Whose years of dealing with overwrought artists, their public, managers, and hangers-on had, it seemed, developed in her talents she hadn't fully appreciated. I had, over the course of that summer, run a complicated business office; been the recipient of so many highly personal confidences that I had finally to assume I was good at it; ...