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As with his music, Berlin's story as a self-made man whose brilliant career began as a singing waiter has endured for generations, and acclaimed.

Exploring the interplay of Berlin's life with the life of New York City, noted biographer James Kaplan offers a visceral narrative of Berlin as self‑made man.

James Kaplan's “Irving Berlin” traces a celebrated life that extended over 100 years.

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Irving Berlin: New York Genius
by James Kaplan
Book Review by Jerry Beal

Maybe the most familiar quote about any Broadway figure comes from Jerome Kern, speaking of his contemporary and fellow composer: "Irving Berlin has no place in American music—he is American music." Certainly the list of songs always cited in support of Kern's undeniable claim speaks for itself: "God Bless America," "White Christmas," "Easter Parade," "Alexander's Ragtime Band," and "There's No Business Like Show Business." These have become anthems for each of the occasions or institutions they represent. But, as James Kaplan clearly and eloquently illuminates in his new biography "Irving Berlin: New York Genius," the great man, through his personal history, his sensibility, and his genius, was repeatedly able to tap into the soul of his adopted country and capture the core feeling and essence of what it means to be an American.

Berlin's background is generally known. Born in Eastern Europe, raised in a Lower East Side tenement in a basement apartment with no running water and a courtyard privy, "Izzy" Baline began to vocalize in public and launched his musical career as a sidewalk entertainer. The young newsboy found that if he broke into song, his

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Another photograph: Irving Berlin, age twenty-six, sitting at his desk in the Waterson Berlin & Snyder offices at 112 West 38th Street. His back is to a window with the firm’s name printed on it; outside, a striped awning blocks bright sunlight: it is spring or summer of 1914. Berlin is wearing a silk foulard necktie and a beautifully tailored gray silk suit, and staring directly at the camera. He holds some folded papers in his hand —probably business correspondence or contracts rather than music—and his desk is also piled with papers. He is busy, in the midst of business, and his gaze is intense and slightly forbidding. His dark hair is unruly, and a few locks fall on the side of his forehead, emphasizing his youth—and then the fact of his youth circles the viewer back to that splendid suit and tie, and his name on the window, and the pile of papers in front of him, and the fact that although he is four years from thirty, he is already two years a widower, and immensely successful and powerful.

Nineteen fourteen was a banner year for Berlin: the year the songwriting dynamo joined the fledgling American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers, ASCAP, as a charter member and member of the board of directors; the year he wrote his first