Gian Carlo Menotti - Books

Books

Vocal scores of his compositions:

  • Amahl and the Night Visitors: Vocal Score. G. Schirmer Inc., 1986. ISBN 0-88188-965-2.
  • The Telephone: Vocal Score. G. Schirmer Inc., 1986. ISBN 0-7935-5370-9.
  • The Medium: Vocal Score. G. Schirmer Inc., 1986. ISBN 0-7935-1546-7.
  • Mass for the Contemporary English Liturgy. G. Schirmer Inc., 1990.

Scholarly works about the composer:

  • Wlaschin, Ken. Gian Carlo Menotti on Screen: Opera, Dance and Choral Works on Film, Television and Video. McFarland & Company, 1999. Library Binding: ISBN 0-7864-0608-9
  • Gruen, John. Menotti: A Biography. Hardcover. Macmillan Pub Co, 1978. ISBN 0-02-546320-9.

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