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Review:
Schubert wrote
largely in a vacuum as far as outside influences were concerned.
Nowhere is this more perfectly exemplified than in his twenty-one
piano sonatas written between 1815 and 1828. The composer never
finished many of the earlier ones and three are fragments only.
Compare this
to the Beethoven thirty two sonatas written between 1796 and 1822.
Beethoven considered them to be one of the pivots of his career
but Schubert seemed to be indifferent - at least until the last
clutch of eight.
Yet
who
knows? The psyche of Franz Peter is a mystery warped up in an enigma
enclosed in a conundrum. How could he have written the vast quantities
of great music he did in so short a creative lifetime?
Schubert and
Beethoven lived at the same time, in the same country in the same
city. Beethoven was well known to Vienna. Schubert was well known
to a coterie of friends.
It is not even
certain that Schubert and Beethoven ever meet. They had little in
common, God knows! Beethoven who spoke his mind on every subject
known to man and who did not give a tinkers damn if he offended
someone and Schubert whose sole interest was music, shy and retiring.
Schubert was
well aware of Beethoven and his music, of course. Whether the reverse
is true is uncertain despite the charming story about Beethoven
supposedly saying on his death bed, "Surely this Schubert has
the divine spark!" after seeing a few songs which are supposed
to be the last music the Master ever saw.
The Beethoven
Sonatas are performed as a cycle more times in a year than you can
count, the Schubert hardly ever if at all. They are worlds apart
in content. The Beethoven rough, craggy, innovative and novel in
form and design which the Schubert eschew all of these appellations
and settle on his own unique combination of form and melody and
a sadness the prevails them all, be the key major or minor.
I unreservedly
and without reservation love the Schubert Sonatas. There is a innocence,
a line of thinking, a profound bewitchment there to which I unreservedly
surrender myself.
Walter Klien,
who died in 1991 at the age of sixty three, was a pianist of the
Vienna school that came up after the war. Badua-Skoda, Demus, Goulda,
Würher and a few others. None of them 'Heaven Storming' but
all solid musicians. Of these I would rank Klien very high indeed.
He has made a number of records that merit you attention but none
quite as fine as these Schubert Sonatas.
He may not probe
the depths of the D major as does Schnabel but he has others things
to offer. These include faultless technique and a quiet understanding
of what sets these creations off from the norm and makes them totally
unique.
The sound is
fine, the piano good and the transfers excellent. Program notes
- one for all three sets - are hardly profound but are fairly good
in a rather small scope.
If you love
Schubert this is a must buy.
Actually, this
is Vox's second go around at the Schubert Sonatas. The first were
in the monaural era with Frederick Würher, which were also
excellent performances, although not as light or fluid as Klien's.
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