ABSTRACT
Vincent Novello lived to a ripe, though somewhat unhappy, old age. He was born in the metropolis, the chosen destination of immigrants escaping the vagaries of revolution on the European continent; took his first formal post – as Organist to the Portuguese Embassy in London – aged sixteen; married ten years later and worked solidly until he reached his late sixties. He died in Nice, on the brink of his eightieth birthday, after a life of effort and reward mingled with frustration and disappointment.
