Im reading a
lovely piece of prose, which -- to my astonishment -- is the liner note to a classical CD,
the Penguin Music Classics release of Bruchs first violin concerto. "I was not
exposed to classical music as a child," writes Colleen McCullough, author of
"The Thorn Birds," who might not be the worlds most distinguished
novelist, but writes here from her heart. "Truly," she continues, "I
dont think I had ever heard a solo violin until I attended Holy Cross [a Catholic
girls school a few miles from her childhood home in Sydney, Australia].
But I
took to classical music immediately, hungrily." Who wouldnt read on, curious to know how her hunger led her to Bruch? And thats how the Penguin Music Classics caught my attention -- the liner notes are all by literary figures, among them John Fowies, Alison Lurie and Arthur Miller, people who can write and think, and who arent afraid of their feelings. Compare the start of a more standard commentary, from a CD set I quite literally picked off my shelf at random, a recent Erato recording of Mozarts "Abduction From the Seraglio," conducted by William Christie: "Owing to the dominion of Italian opera throughout the Enlightenment, we tend to conceive most of that periods opera in terms of fairly rigid categories." Huh? Even hardcore classical music listeners dont go through life pondering theories of 18th-century opera. And Ive met educated people who couldnt even tell you when Mozart lived. Michael Lynton -- the CEO of Penguins corporate mothership,
Penguin Putnam -- had his own complaint when he launched the Music Classics series. He was
baffled by classical record stores. "I wanted a recording of Handels
Messiah,'" he told me, "and I couldnt for the life of me figure out
which one to buy." So he thought hed create his own classical CD imprint, using
the familiar Penguin name, and choosing recordings recommended by his companys
"Penguin Guide to Compact Discs." Does it work? Musically, the 35 CDs released so far are strong (15 more
are coming before January), and some are distinctive. My own pick hit might be pianist
Andras Schiffs wildly brainy trip through Bach's Goldberg Variations " or
highlights from a classic old recording of "La Bohème," sung by Carlo Bergonzi
and Renata Tebaldi, which is as delectable as a four-star meal. (Avoid a lumpy Beethoven
Ninth, conducted by Georg Solti.) As one reason why, he savors notes by Kazuo Ishiguro (author of
"The Remains of the Day"), who was looking for the saddest music in the world,
and, he writes, "found myself returning again and again to the lonely piano of
Chopin.
Truly sad music is most often music that is, on the surface, celebratory,
even festive.
Chopin's waltzes hardly conjure up magnificent balls; I see instead a
solitary dancing couple in some large deserted house who know they will be parted once the
music stops." And theres a sadder problem, too, presented by old-style
musicological commentaries, which were unearthed from the Universal vaults to add basic
musical information. These are pockmarked with jargon ("the famous last movement,
with its coda of five contrapuntally interwoven themes"), and sometimes contradict
the featured essays. Ethan Canin ("Emperor of the Air") says, with perceptive
affection, that Holsts "The Planets" is "everything the great movie
composers.. - would strive for"; right on a facing page, an unnamed musicologist
thinks "nothing of so radical a nature [ever} existed in English music." These
views can be reconciled -- "The Planets," radical in its day, in some ways
prefigured movie music -- and should have been. Wall Street Journal, October 14, 1999 |