“The world—this world—is obsessed with everything about you.” So says an interviewer to Leonard Bernstein in his prime and so it was in mid-to-late-twentieth-century American culture, when novelists and essayists and Broadway composers and even great conductors could hold the center of public attention—this public—as long as they were larger than life. As far as being a colossus, “Lenny” couldn’t help himself—he loved art and people and life too much. According to him, too much to actually sit alone and do much composing.