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Quiz about I am Gideon Behold my Legend
Quiz about I am Gideon Behold my Legend

I am Gideon, Behold my Legend Trivia Quiz


This is a quiz about Elizabeth George's massive and masterful novel, "A Traitor to Memory", written entirely from the perspective of the astonishingly variable and intricately depicted Gideon Davies.

A multiple-choice quiz by arcturiusx. Estimated time: 7 mins.
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Author
arcturiusx
Time
7 mins
Type
Multiple Choice
Quiz #
152,917
Updated
Dec 03 21
# Qns
10
Difficulty
Tough
Avg Score
6 / 10
Plays
166
Awards
Top 35% Quiz
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Question 1 of 10
1. I am one of the world's most renowned virtuoso violinists. I am the music, and the music is me. My legend - the Gideon Legend - states that at the ripe age of three, thanks in large part to my Granddad, I was introduced to Paganini's D major concerto; at which time I seized the nearest violin and began to play it. Not well, but I played. Is this story gospel, or is it a grand fiction? Do you know?

Answer: (One Word - Gospel or Fiction)
Question 2 of 10
2. And now I've lost my music. I've lost it and I need to regain it, or I am lost as well. To that end, Dad, good old Dad who always cared about the music first (just as I did), has sent me to a psychiatrist. A head doctor. A shrink. Only upon arriving I find not the well-respected psychiatrist I was expecting, but his young daughter who seems to have taken over in his place. Taken over, and determined to make the office as morbid as possible. Why on Earth is she wearing all black? Hint


Question 3 of 10
3. More than that, this woman, this Dr. Rose, this psychiatrist and shrink, this supposed doctor of minds - why is she even here? Why not her father, who might actually be able to HELP me? Hint


Question 4 of 10
4. Dr. Rose told me to remember. She said remembering the past will somehow unlock my future and return the music to me, the music that I lost. And so I've remembered. Remembered that I had a sister. A SISTER, a little baby sister, that until now I'd forgotten. And I'd even forgotten what happened to her . . . that the news said she'd been . . . Hint


Question 5 of 10
5. I've had no friends to speak of in my life. It's a magical existence, that of the true musician, but it can be lonely. My only friend was the sound. My only friend is now gone.

. . . but wait. I do have one friend, in a strange and (to me) incomprehensible way. Libby. She's been good to me. Or has she? Is all this her fault? I don't know. She's so American, being from . . . you know where.
Hint


Question 6 of 10
6. I went with Libby to the library, and there I dug up the newspaper clippings of twenty years ago. And there I discovered yet another piece of the horrible puzzle my brain has seen fit to hide from me. My sister, the sister I lost, little Sonia . . . she wasn't well. She had . . . God, I can't even bring myself to say it. I can't bear it. But you know what was wrong with her, don't you? Or are you too young to remember, too American to have seen the headlines? Hint


Question 7 of 10
7. And now my mother is lost as well. Of course, in some sense, she's been lost to me for years. She left us when I was a child. Dr. Rose, in her wisdom, thinks that might be the cause of this blockage, this inability to play my music, this blight on my existence. If that's true, all may be lost, now that my mother is dead. Murdered. I can't take this anymore. I need my music back. But I can't retrieve it because that damn piece, that jinx that I can never rid myself of, it's doing this somehow. It's what I tried to play at Wigmore Hall the first night I lost my music. Don't make me say it, you know the name as well as I do. Hint


Question 8 of 10
8. God help me, I've remembered something more. The original story they ran, about what happened to my sister . . . that wasn't the truth. That was as much a fiction as a bestselling novel. I know now what really happened. I know what really happened to Sonia. Oh my God. Hint


Question 9 of 10
9. Now my father is trying to convince me that what I've just remembered about Sonia was wrong. He's trying to say that . . . that . . . Hint


Question 10 of 10
10. Now it all makes sense. I realize what really happened. My father killed my mother so she wouldn't tell me what she knew. My family started tearing itself apart twenty years ago, and it's still in the process today. And the only way to make up for it, in whatever small way I could, was to sell the Guarneri, sell my priceless violin. So I went home to get it. And I found even that final resolution taken from me, as everything in my life has been taken, and madness has claimed me forever, because . . . Hint



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Quiz Answer Key and Fun Facts
1. I am one of the world's most renowned virtuoso violinists. I am the music, and the music is me. My legend - the Gideon Legend - states that at the ripe age of three, thanks in large part to my Granddad, I was introduced to Paganini's D major concerto; at which time I seized the nearest violin and began to play it. Not well, but I played. Is this story gospel, or is it a grand fiction? Do you know?

Answer: fiction

The truth of the matter is, I and a multitude of my peers were being watched by several college students that day. Granddad didn't figure in this part of the story at all, and it was Brahms that was playing, not Paganini. I heard the music and convinced one of the students, an Italian girl (I remember that . . . or was she Greek? Portuguese?) with very broken English, to come along with me to the source.

In my painful shyness I didn't even speak up of my enjoyment in the music. Far from seizing a violin and creating the music myself, wasn't it? But the fiction has served its purpose in aggrandizing the bloated public image that is Gideon Davies, and so I can't find real complaint.

The music is all that truly matters.
2. And now I've lost my music. I've lost it and I need to regain it, or I am lost as well. To that end, Dad, good old Dad who always cared about the music first (just as I did), has sent me to a psychiatrist. A head doctor. A shrink. Only upon arriving I find not the well-respected psychiatrist I was expecting, but his young daughter who seems to have taken over in his place. Taken over, and determined to make the office as morbid as possible. Why on Earth is she wearing all black?

Answer: Her husband succumbed to colon cancer

She tells me this to gain my sympathy, I'm sure of it. To "establish a rapport," as it were. Telling me how she misses Boston but doesn't mind being away, because the memories are painful there. Telling me they didn't have children because she'd been in medical school when they first married and later, when it was time to consider the issue, Tim Freeman (her husband's name . . . she tells me this, also, to ensure my personal connection with the man) was already in a battle against the cancer.
3. More than that, this woman, this Dr. Rose, this psychiatrist and shrink, this supposed doctor of minds - why is she even here? Why not her father, who might actually be able to HELP me?

Answer: He had a stroke

Eight months ago, I'm told. He's recovering now, I'm also told. But not able to see patients yet. And so the redoubtable Dr. Rose, daughter of the first Dr. Rose, is my only hope.
4. Dr. Rose told me to remember. She said remembering the past will somehow unlock my future and return the music to me, the music that I lost. And so I've remembered. Remembered that I had a sister. A SISTER, a little baby sister, that until now I'd forgotten. And I'd even forgotten what happened to her . . . that the news said she'd been . . .

Answer: murdered.

Sonia, that was her name. And she was lost to us when I was only eight. She drowned, she drowned in the bath, but it was not an accident, oh no. It was murder. Black murder.
5. I've had no friends to speak of in my life. It's a magical existence, that of the true musician, but it can be lonely. My only friend was the sound. My only friend is now gone. . . . but wait. I do have one friend, in a strange and (to me) incomprehensible way. Libby. She's been good to me. Or has she? Is all this her fault? I don't know. She's so American, being from . . . you know where.

Answer: California

Yes, Libby, Libby from California. If nothing else she's tried to be there for me. She just doesn't realize that nothing can replace the companionship of glorious music. I do feel sorry for her though, with her brute of a husband - Rock, a brutish name for a brutish creature. And yet she did consent to marry him. So who is truly at fault?
6. I went with Libby to the library, and there I dug up the newspaper clippings of twenty years ago. And there I discovered yet another piece of the horrible puzzle my brain has seen fit to hide from me. My sister, the sister I lost, little Sonia . . . she wasn't well. She had . . . God, I can't even bring myself to say it. I can't bear it. But you know what was wrong with her, don't you? Or are you too young to remember, too American to have seen the headlines?

Answer: She had Down's syndrome

She was sick from the day she was born and hardly well for more than a week at a time. She needed constant care, our little Sonia, and because of that she was killed. Curse that murderer. Curse Katja Wolff.
7. And now my mother is lost as well. Of course, in some sense, she's been lost to me for years. She left us when I was a child. Dr. Rose, in her wisdom, thinks that might be the cause of this blockage, this inability to play my music, this blight on my existence. If that's true, all may be lost, now that my mother is dead. Murdered. I can't take this anymore. I need my music back. But I can't retrieve it because that damn piece, that jinx that I can never rid myself of, it's doing this somehow. It's what I tried to play at Wigmore Hall the first night I lost my music. Don't make me say it, you know the name as well as I do.

Answer: The Archduke

That piece. Curse that damned piece. Sherrill tried to cover for me, good old Sherrill, improvising Beethoven on the spot to distract attention from the fact that I missed my intro. And then I missed it again. And then I walked off the stage. Even if I somehow regain my talent, regain my music, I will never return to Wigmore and I will never play that piece again. - I just realized the irony of my vehemence . . . I didn't play it the last time, either, did I?
8. God help me, I've remembered something more. The original story they ran, about what happened to my sister . . . that wasn't the truth. That was as much a fiction as a bestselling novel. I know now what really happened. I know what really happened to Sonia. Oh my God.

Answer: I killed her.

I did it. I was jealous, I wanted to go to Juilliard but I thought Sonia was the reason I was held back . . . I was jealous . . . jealous . . . but jealousy alone wouldn't cause a thing like that, would it? No. No it wouldn't. I was insane, I had to have been insane, and I must still be insane because something like that doesn't just go away.
9. Now my father is trying to convince me that what I've just remembered about Sonia was wrong. He's trying to say that . . . that . . .

Answer: he is the one who killed her.

Only I remember. I remember all too clearly. My father came after, and although he may have done as he says and held Sonia beneath the water until the paramedics came, I don't believe that's what killed her. I know in my heart, my lunatic, maniacal heart, that she was dead before I released my hold. I held her down, breathless beneath the water, and I stole the life from my little sister.
10. Now it all makes sense. I realize what really happened. My father killed my mother so she wouldn't tell me what she knew. My family started tearing itself apart twenty years ago, and it's still in the process today. And the only way to make up for it, in whatever small way I could, was to sell the Guarneri, sell my priceless violin. So I went home to get it. And I found even that final resolution taken from me, as everything in my life has been taken, and madness has claimed me forever, because . . .

Answer: Libby smashed the Guarneri.

Libby smashed it, and with it go the last remnants of my sanity. But I know how I dealt with it the last time a girl tried to take my life from me, how I dealt with Sonia - I held her down. And that's how I'll deal with Libby. I'll hold her down and she'll not get back up again.
Source: Author arcturiusx

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