Much of Dmitri
Shostakovich's life was lived in thoroughly harrowing times: the chaos, upheaval and famine of the 1920s; the
Terror and great purges of the 1930s in Russia; the horrors of the
second world war in which over 20 million Russians died; the
grim post-war Stalin régime of repression and suspicion, only partly
alleviated in 1953 with the tyrant's death. And not the least
attraction of Shostakovich's music is how it reflects much of his
life, with wild rejoicing mixed with black nightmares, all sometimes
overladen with a Russian gloom à la Tchaikovsky or Rachmaninov.
Despite its adhesion to
traditional tonality (thank heavens) Shostakovich's music is
completely of the 20th century; there is no confusion
about post-romantic, or whatever, and to me he was the greatest
composer of the 20th century – not that the competitor
list for great composers of that century is that long. I came to
Shostakovich's music late in life, and am now struggling to catch up
with, and digest, 15 symphonies, 15 string quartets, 24 preludes and
fugues, two piano trios, the string quintet, the sonatas for violin,
for cello and for viola, two violin concertos, two cello concertos …
For some reason I do not understand, I seem to have an innate empathy
for Shostakovich's music and its kaleidoscopic mood changes, so my
catching-up task is a pleasant one.
I have two complete
collections of the string quartets where I feel that Shostakovich,
like Beethoven or Schubert before him, poured much of his greatest
and most personal music. But a collection of 15 string quartets turns
out to be a difficult digestive task – I am still not sure
to have digested the 16 string quartets and 32 piano sonatas of
Beethoven, even after 60+ years of music listening. With digestive
problems in mind, I invested in a CD by the young Anglo-Irish
Carducci String Quartet on which the quartet embarks on Shostakovich's
fourth, eighth and eleventh quartets. Three at-a-time are easier to
get to know well rather than 15 in a big box. As far as I can tell,
the Carducci players do well, though it is never easy to pronounce on
the performance of music one does not know inside-out. Anyway, the
Carducci players play in tune and with spirit and are well recorded,
so this will do for some multiple listening before I go back to the
Beethoven Quartet in the complete set.
And, as an aside, is
not the string quartet with its two violins, viola and cello
possibly the greatest medium that has ever evolved for the
performance of great, personal music? Arising from the Phoenix of the
consort of viols, the string quartet medium is probably the most
expressive and personal musical medium of them all.
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