About a year ago, my son Bernie (now 22 years old) produced a self-described "Oedipal Tirade" titled "Horowitz on Horowitz on Horowitz," the three Horowitzes being Bernie, myself, and Vladimir. Far away at college, liberated from parental guidance, Bernie had acquired a consuming passion for the recordings of Vladimir Horowitz. At Bernie's age, I, too, succumbed to the … [Read more...] about Horowitz on Horowitz on Horowitz on Horowitz: A Recantation