Today I listened to the
last three piano sonatas of Franz Schubert; strange to think that they
were relatively unknown and unplayed until the 20th
century. They would have fascinated composers such as Bach, Handel
and Mozart because of their semi-familiar musical language, but with
exotic departures and additions. I love their kaleidoscopic
modulations of mood, of key, and of harmony; from one minute to the
next, you never know what world you are going to be in.
The outburst of rage /
frustration / despair during the andantino of the A major
sonata never fails to astonish; what Schubert's friends and
contemporaries made of it, I cannot imagine. And I love the frequent
resigned sadness and ambiguities of the final B flat major sonata. It
is incredible that the C minor, A major and B flat major sonatas were
written in the same place and within a very few years of Beethoven's last string quartets;
what a period of musical gold!
These sonatas are best
listened to played by “simple” great pianists such as Sviatoslav
Richter, Clara Haskil, Wilhelm Kempff, Leif Ove Andsnes or Maria
Pires since there is little need or cause for showing off, bravura,
or personal point-making. I listened to all three played by the
superb Leif Ove Andsnes, recorded over the years 2001-4. A real
classic recording that I always keep by me for when I feel like some sophisticated listening.