Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Sunday Classics follow-up: Is Shostakovich overrated?

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This is an interesting test. Here we have the first ten minutes of the third-movement Adagio of Shostakovich's Seventh Symphony (in Leonard Bernstein's second recording,with the Chicago Symphony, the full movement runs an unusually long 19:25), one of the most intensely felt pieces of music I know. It's a tortured elegy I would describe as a witness or memorial to victims everywhere -- victims of war, of privation, of oppression. But you get to decide for yourself what you hear, including whether it's anything for Joe Stalin to smile about.

by Ken

In my recent Sunday Classics "sneak peek" at the music of Benjamin Britten, I repeated my previously stated view that in Stravinsky, Shostakovich, and Britten we have our "last three great composers."

As I wrote originally in connection with Stravinsky:
I really want to talk about Stravinsky one of these days, and I plan to get to it really soon. Awhile back I startled Howie by saying that we've already had the last three great composers we're ever going to have--Stravinsky (1882-1971), Dmitri Shostakovich (1906-1975), and Benjamin Britten (1913-1976), all now long since safely dead and buried. This seems so obvious to me now that I forget how stark it may sound to others. But these are the last composers who seem to me, through the sheer force of their imagination, to have transcended the exhaustion of the musical language they inherited, or could scrounge up or invent.

I wish I saw a way around this, but after all these years of creative scavenging, I simply can't imagine where any aspiring composer is going to find a musical language in which to create music that has the power to stimulate and pleasure us in the way we've come to expect from the great achievements of Western classical music. What these last three great composers did was to take the musical language they inherited, which had been pretty well used up in the first half of the 20th century and, through the sheer force of their individuality, and with it produce additional bodies of top-quality work.

I should probably acknowledge here that bundling Stravinsky with these younger colleagues gives me pause, because the music of his that I love is almost all relatively early, and really didn't stretch much more than a decade beyond the "exhaustion" point if we date it at roughly the gaping cultural divide of World War I. While there's much that I admire, or appreciate, or anyway respect in the later Stravinsky, if we're talking about the period from the end of World War I to the immediate post-World War II period, there are any number of composers who produced more music that I love than he did -- names pop to mind like Bela Bartok and Richard Strauss and Sergei Prokofiev and Alban Berg.

Again this is ground I would really like to come back to, to try to make a more coherent and explicit case. For now I just want to deal with a comment added to Sunday's post by reader Frank Wilhoit concerning one of my "last great composers":

I think we may all have overrated Shostakovich somewhat. Now that we live in a totalitarian environment ourselves, his reaction to totalitarianism no longer seems as noble as it once did, but subjective and pitiful. We have now been forced to acknowledge that anything created in a totalitarian environment is axiomatically and absolutely worthless, totally invalidated before it is even conceived.

I began by simply adding a comment-reply, but decided the question of whether Shostakovich is overrated deserved to be pulled out of the comments section -- and this is the one place in the world where I've got the clout to do it.

I kept looking for some indication that this is some sort of ironic statement and not Frank's actual view:

"We have now been forced to acknowledge that anything created in a totalitarian environment is axiomatically and absolutely worthless, totally invalidated before it is even conceived."

Surely there isn't anyone who actually believes this, is there? But my irony detector has come up blank.

"At Babi Yar there is no memorial," begins the Yevtushenko poem that begins Shostakovich's overpowering 13th Symphony (1962), growled by the choral basses in their lower range, punctuated by chimes that in the late Kyril Kondrashin's performances sounded unmistakably like the knell of death. In the course of the time when the Soviet regime was suppressing the piece, this statement became factually untrue; a memorial of sorts was installed. But is the significance of what happened at Babi Yar either remembered or understood? Any more than we will remember what happened at Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo?


The able bass Mikhail Petrenko was a late replacement for this August 2006 Proms performance, in the Royal Albert Hall, of the Shostakovich 13th Symphony by the Mariinsky Theater Chorus and Orchestra under Valery Gergiev. We hear most of the first movement ("Babi Yar"). [Here is an English translation of the Yevtushenko poem.]

For me, Shostakovich's greatness as an artist has nothing to do with some presumed "nobility." It's a product of his availability and sensitivity to the world around him, his insight into the human condition, and the brilliant array of musical resources he brought to bear to transform what he observed and felt into music of ever-increasing resonance. Again, listen to the Adagio of the Seventh Symphony.

The relationship of Soviet citizens to the Soviet regime and the relationship of Soviet artists to both are fascinating and complex subjects, and they are inescapable in the understanding and appreciation of Shostakovich's music. But they don't define or explain that music in any simple way.

For starters, I can't imagine anyone who has lived with the 15 string quartets giving even a second's thought to the notion that Shostakovich is overrated. Under-rated? Perhaps. But overrated? Let's get serious. After Beethoven's quartets, there's nothing remotely comparably in the musical literature. Ironically, these most deeply felt and intimately expressed works may well be the composer's most accessible, because in chamber music he had less need than in more public forms to hide or camouflage his artistic concerns. (We heard another deeply expressive Shostakovich Adagio, that of the Third String Quartet, in the Sunday Classics post on the path from the Borodin Quartet to the Borodin Trio.)

The 15 symphonies are a much more diverse proposition, including as they do so many different kinds of artistic undertakings. Since we've already heard a bit of the Seventh -- a profoundly misunderstood piece, I should warn -- I might direct music lovers to Shostakovich's monumental pair of wartime symphonies, the Seventh and Eighth, which not only are spirit-shaking masterpieces in their own rights but together form a fairly overwhelming super-symphony.

To that we might perhaps add, by way of something completely different, the comparatively minuscule symphony that followed immediately, the irrepressibly impudent Ninth. The Ninth Symphony formed the subject of Leonard Bernstein's Young People's Concert"Humor in Music."


Georg Solti, a surprisingly sympathetic Shostakovich conductor who made a hugely powerful recordingof the gritty Eighth Symphony with the Chicago Symphony, here conducts the jaunty opening movement of the Ninth, with the Bavarian Radio Symphony in 1992.

Marshal Stalin himself is said to have had a personal interest in the Shostakovich Ninth Symphony. He kept a close eye on the composer after Shostakovich's rehabilitation following his first official denunciation by the Stalin regime in 1936. The great leader is said to have been miffed that neither of the monumental wartime symphonies, the Seventh and Eighth, was dedicated to that greatest of Soviet heroes, himself. He was led to believe, we're told, that they would be followed by a comparable mighty work, which would complete a symphonic triptych and be suitable for dedicating to so august a personage. If so, the great man was likely not amused by the actual Ninth Symphony when it was unveiled in November 1945, and he heard what we just heard.

Shostakovich was a pianist, and a whole other side of his personality comes to the fore when he's writing for his instrument. Now in our own living rooms we can not just hear but actually watch the remarkable pianist Tatiana Nikolayevaplay Shostakovich's Op. 87 set of 24 Preludes and Fugues (1950-51), obviously referencing Bach's Well-Tempered Clavier. Here you can hear but not see her play No. 1 in C major. (In this trailer you can see just the Prelude of No. 17 in A flat major.) And when it comes to looking death squarely in the puss, perhaps the only composer who has done so as eloquently as Shostakovich -- I'm thinking particularly of the 14th Symphony (1969) and the 14th and 15th String Quartets (1973 and 1974) -- is Britten, notably in his last opera, Death in Venice (completed in 1973) Third String Quartet (1975, clearly influenced by Shostakovich's final quartets; the two composers had enormous mutual admiration). And I've merely skimmed off a few highlights here, not even mentioning, for example, the two great operas.

Was Shostakovich's world view shaped by the times and society he lived in? Of course. Is that a crucial part of his music? Obviously, and how could there not be interest in hearing a great musical artist's response to all of that? So far it's given me a lifetime's worth of absorption, not to mention the pleasure of a large quantity of beautiful and gripping music.


QUICK HITS: SOME SHOSTAKOVICH CDs (AND DVDs)

For the Shostakovich string quartets, the St. Petersburg Quartet'sboldly reimagined Hyperion cycle is one of the great recorded achievements of the last couple of decades, while the Shostakovich Quartet'smore traditionally conceived but bursting-with-life Melodiya cycle is altogether recommendable. It's a shame that Chandos's well-merited and well-intentioned reissue of the first Borodin Quartetrecordings (before first violinist Rostislav Dubinsky left the quartet and the Soviet Union) of the first 13 quartets doesn't really do justice to the richness and variet of sound of the ensemble as heard on LP, but in their basic commitment these performances remain unsurpasssed.

Rather than get enmeshed in recommendations for the Seventh and Eighth Symphonies, since the pieces do seem to me to have been connected in the composer's mind, let me just suggest the conductor who seems to me to have had the greatest degree of success with both, Neeme Järvi, with the Scottish National Orchestra on Chandos (No. 7and No. 8).And I'm going to suggest Järvi again, this time with the Göteborg Symphony, for the 13th and 14th Symphonies, on the strength of DG's handy two-CD set, which throws in the 15th as well. (I confess, though, that I still don't get the 15th Symphony.)

Leonard Bernstein's affectionate New York Philharmonic recording of the little Ninth Symphony now comes coupledwith a solid performance of what has generally been Shostakovich's most popular symphony and probably most popular work, the Fifth Symphony. You can see as well as hear Lenny's later Ninth, with the Vienna Philharmonic, on a DG DVDcoupled with the Shostakovich Sixth Symphony.

Tatiana Nikolayeva made three audio recordings (that I know of) of the enormous Op. 87 set of 24 Preludes and Fugues for solo piano. But Medici Arts' video recordingseems an obvious recommendation, and a great bargain. (Amazon is selling it for $20, and other merchants offer it for even less.)


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8 Comments:

At 7:37 PM, Anonymous Balakirev said...

"The great leader is said to have been miffed that neither of the monumental wartime symphonies, the Seventh and Eighth, was dedicated to that greatest of Soviet heroes, himself. He was led to believe, we're told, that they would be followed by a comparable mighty work, which would complete a symphonic triptych and be suitable for dedicating to so august a personage. If so, the great man was likely not amused by the actual Ninth Symphony when it was unveiled in November 1945, and he heard what we just heard."

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Ken, I just got through listening to a new release (Naxos 8.572138) that contains a torso of the original Ninth Symphony's first movement. It is massive, powerful, and very serious: a fascinating work. And at some point, Shostakovich decided it would not do, and that he'd rather just kick up his heels at war and the warmongers, as he does repeatedly in the droll Ninth that we have, today. Personally, I think he made the right decision, although it supposedly pissed off Stalin a great deal.

If you can ever find it, look for a performance of the Ninth featuring Milan Horvat leading the Zagreb Philharmonic. Dates from the 1960s, but it's a wonderfully wild and funny reading.

 
At 3:56 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

I hope you don't mind my leaving this trailer for a film I'm doing about the global impact of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. I like your site.

Best,
kerry
kcandaele@gmail.com

 
At 3:57 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

That would be www.followingtheninth.com

kc

 
At 5:40 PM, Anonymous Balakirev said...

Don't worry, Kerry. Given that you're butting in on something entirely unrelated, and upon which you haven't even got the decency to leave more than a "wow nice" fake comment, I'll ignore your link.

 
At 5:59 PM, Anonymous Frank Wilhoit said...

Time was, I deeply loved Shostakovich's finest music. There is nothing in the entire repertory more impressive than the first movements of the 6th and 10th symphonies, nor anything more beautiful than the slow movement of the F-major piano concerto. For pure musicianship, Shostakovich unquestionably deserves the high company in which you place him.

Yet what, exactly, are you inviting us to admire? The twisted wreckage of a human being whose defining misfortune was to be part of a self-torturing nation? What is admirable about that: the sheer misfortune of it? The exact degree of deformation, neither less nor more? Is any of this tragic? Shameful, revolting, disgraceful, disgusting, pitiful, yes, but tragic? Is there a lesson? Were there options? No: because that is not the nature of totalitarianism.

Each feature of totalitarianism is its worst. It is easy to focus on its multiforme vileness. It seems harder to grasp its total lack of meaning. It is a form of national suicide: it does not [necessarily] [immediately] destroy its surroundings, but it absolutely devalidates them. The only two possible responses to it are silence or a primal scream.

Primal screams take many forms, some of which are not loud, some of which are superficially verbal (cf. the collected works of Glenn Beck); but there can be no dignity in a primal scream, because there can be no content in it.

Shostakovich's life work is a primal scream and I am sorry to see you yield to the universal temptation to try to find meaning in it.

 
At 7:40 PM, Blogger KenInNY said...

Thanks, Frank, that's a much better explanation of what you meant. I don't agree with any of it -- your charzcterization of Shostakovich not only seems to me nonsense (do you really think any of us are in any imaginable ways better human beings than Shostakovich?) but makes nonsense of almost every aspect of human existence -- but at least now I have a better idea of what we're disagreeing with.

I've tried to sketch my expectations from a serious artist, which I would sum up as: the abilty to give attention-grabbing and -holding artistic expression to his/her distinctively illuminating observations of the world around us. By that standard, I don't see that there's any question that Shostakovich was one of the great artists of the 20th century.

As a matter of fact, I think he must have been a quite extraordinary person, but that's really not part of the equation. We're always happy when a great artist turns out also to be a good person, and vice versa, but unfortunately there's no necessary correlation. Great art has all too often been produced by flawed (or worse) characters, and we perpetually confront the cases of splendid human beings who, alas, have litle to say or inadequate artistic resources with which to say it.

Totalitarian regimes, alas, all too powerfully create an even greater than usual need for great art, and the difficulty of creating it makes the serious art that is created that much more precious.

Ken

 
At 8:36 PM, Blogger KenInNY said...

Just a few left-over observations:

* to Kerry: I guess I'm a little less strict here than our friend Balakirev. I"m not sure we have any rules about what goes and what doesn't here in Sunday Classics (especially Sunday Classics-on-Tuesday) other than: "We love music." I've only taken the quickest look at your Following the Ninth site, but the project sounds interesting; I hope to have a chance to explore more I can't imagine a more appropriate piece for attempting to "tell the story of passionate commitment to and love for music and its capacity to sustain us even in the darkest of times." If I could have only one piece of music to live with, I don't doubt that it would be the Beethoven Ninth. Good luck with your project, and please do keep us posted.

* in the matter of Shostakovich's character, both personal and artistic: For me there is a particular fascination in the careful choice S made to make his next symphonic utterance after the ghostly coda of the Eighth the blithely impudent launch of the Ninth. A friend of mine who loves the Shostakovich Eighth and is overwhelmed by that conclusion finds it an expression of utter desolation and hopelessness. I hear in that lovely little viola solo that rises from the debris an expression of hope, as if, once we clear away the rubble of the lies and bullshit, we have the possibility of a clean rebirth. A conductor may tip the balance one way or the other, but the fact is that both possibilities are contained in the music, and they indeed define two paths we may take in the wake of a man-made devastation -- like that of World War II, to pick a random example.

And from there we segue to the buoyant, indomitable opening of the Ninth. The very act of confounding Stalin's expectations tells us a lot about Shostakovich, I think. But that's a bonus -- the path from the dying bars of the Eighth Symphony to the insouciant opening of the Ninth links two masterpieces of such different character that they seem almost unrelated, except that they are related. I don't have to go searching for meaning to understand that after the roughly 2 1/4-hour combined expanse of the massive and overwhelmingly grim Seventh and Eighth Symphonies, Shostakovich thinks it necessary for us to visit the totally different sound world of the Ninth. In a real sense it does complete a symphonic triptych -- just one that's far different from, and beyond the imagining of, Stalin.

* finally to B: I can see the jacket of the Horvat Shostakovich First-and-Ninth LP, but I don't think I ever owned it, and while I assume I heard the performances, I don't remember them -- but then, the music meant a lot less to me then than it does now. The Ninth in any case seems to me one of the easier Shostakovich works to bring to life (though I've never understood the fuss about Walter Weller's recording). I really do like Lenny B's NYP version, and then I find myself drawn back to Kondrashin's. His laconic musical personality -- the sense that this is all very straightforward, except that there's something hidden which might change everything -- seems to me wonderfully suited to this zany and yet quite beautiful piece.

Also, B, I didn't know that anything survived of an "original" Shostakovich Ninth Symphony. I'll definitely have to check that out.

Ken

 
At 4:29 PM, Anonymous George Gaspar. MD said...

Dear Ken,
I just came across your 2009 article about D.Shostakovich. A lot of talk here, but I just want to add this: There are many great composers of the 20th century, each and everyone with their own merits; but for my money, for sheer brilliance of composition and EMOTIONAL expression, Shostakovich is the greatest post-Mahlerian composer of the 20th Century. Period. My opinion only.

 

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