‘Without Mendelssohn, I would not be what I am today; 
          this composer is not yet recognized for what he is, and there is so 
          much more great music of his to discover.’ The words of the conductor 
          Kurt Masur, at a post – concert reception given to mark his 75th 
          birthday, and I wonder just how many other conductors there are who 
          can measure up to this man in terms of selfless devotion to the music 
          and tireless quest for perfection from the orchestra. He represents, 
          of course, a direct link to Mendelssohn in that he formerly directed 
          the Leipzig Gewandhaus, the composer’s own orchestra, and after the 
          previous evening’s beautiful but bland performance of Beethoven’s 9th, 
          it was a true joy to experience Masur’s highly charged and devoted direction 
          of this monumental work.
        
        ‘Elijah’ was written mainly for an English audience, 
          and was rapturously received at its first performance; the Victorians, 
          of course, placed it second only to ‘Messiah,’ and one usually hears 
          it, as it were, in full Victorian dress, complete with plummy solos 
          and wall – of – sound choirs, since it has not previously undergone 
          the ‘scrubbing – clean’ which Handel’s masterpiece has experienced in 
          recent times. It was clearly Masur’s desire to let us hear how the work 
          can sound when performed with delicacy and without any need to follow 
          the practices of others, and he succeeded triumphantly. Using the trio, 
          quartet and double quartet arrangement of soloists which Mendelssohn 
          had asked for to sublime effect, this was an interpretation of ‘Elijah’ 
          that was operatic in the best sense of the word, with clean, sharp playing, 
          neat articulation throughout and light, buoyant phrasing.
        
        The part of the Prophet makes serious demands on a 
          singer: he must be able to convey grandiose certainty in his addresses 
          to the People, tenderness towards the Widow, and nobility and humanity 
          throughout. Despite not having quite the warmth of tone of Bryn Terfel 
          in his well – known recording of the part, Alastair Miles succeeded 
          in presenting a highly charged reading of the role, growing in stature 
          as the story progressed and giving real dramatic point to ‘Call him 
          louder’ and ‘Is not his word like a fire.’ He was at his finest in the 
          poignant ‘It is enough,’ where he conveyed all the character’s vulnerability 
          and tenderness, especially in such lines as ‘I am not better than my 
          fathers,’ and his ‘For the mountains shall depart’ was as finely shaped 
          and emphatic as could be desired.
        
        Kim Begley’s singing of Obadiah was on this level in 
          every respect; Begley is a lyric tenor with a sweet and yielding voice, 
          but it also has a steely strength behind it, reminding you that this 
          is someone who has sung Siegmund. His lovely, elegant phrasing gave 
          constant pleasure, and his wonderful tenderness at ‘See, now he sleepeth 
          beneath a juniper tree’ made this section of the work the still centre 
          that it ought to be. Indeed, the whole movement from Elijah’s ‘It is 
          enough’ and ending with the Chorus ‘He, watching over Israel’ was exquisitely 
          touching, especially in the Trio of Angels.
        
        I was less impressed with the other major singers. 
          Janice Watson was a musical, reliable Widow, but to my ears her voice 
          lacks pathos, especially in such moments as ‘there is no breath left 
          in him,’ and I did not find her singing as engaging as I would like: 
          since I have been listening to Renee Fleming’s heart-rending assumption 
          of the role in preparation for this concert, however, it may well be 
          that I’m trying to hear nuances which are not as essential as I think 
          they are. Karen Cargill sang the Angel fluently but rather matter- of 
          – factly, and her ‘O rest in the Lord’ will have disappointed those 
          accustomed to, say, Janet Baker, but the tempo adopted here was equally 
          unexpected, the experience being one akin to hearing, say, ‘Rejoice 
          Greatly’ sung as a minuet rather than a pavane. The smaller vocal parts 
          were well taken, with an especially vivid Youth from young Alexander 
          Main-Ian of the Trinity Boys Choir. 
        
        I first heard ‘Elijah’ in the grandiose surroundings 
          of Leeds Town Hall, with a grandiose choir to match: the forces of the 
          London Philharmonic Choir, the Philharmonia Chorus and Trinity Boys 
          Choir were equal in number, but far superior in subtlety; from the high 
          drama of ‘Help, Lord!’ through the delicacy of ‘He, watching over Israel’ 
          to the grandeur of ‘But the Lord from the north…’ this was choral singing 
          of the very highest calibre. When ‘Elijah’ was first performed at Birmingham 
          Town Hall in 1846, the ‘Times’ commented that there had never been a 
          ‘more thorough and speedy recognition of a great work of art.’ and the 
          audience’s response to Masur’s direction of the work confirmed not only 
          its greatness but its power to move and delight when performed with 
          such impassioned advocacy. 
         
        Melanie Eskenazi