It has been a bumper time recently for Emil von Sauer. 
          Marston brought out his complete commercial discs on three CDs and Arbiter 
          has released this truly remarkable disc of his 1940 live performances. 
          Sauer (1862-1942) was a pupil of Nicholas Rubinstein – brother of Anton 
          – and Sauer never ceased singing his praises as a pedagogue par excellence. 
          Sauer subsequently joined the Liszt circle, taking part in the 1884 
          classes and began his career the following year with a Berlin debut. 
          That career lasted for not far short of sixty years and listening to 
          these frankly astounding performances one can hear very little diminution 
          in digital flexibility, much less accuracy, his technique remaining 
          in well nigh unimpaired condition. 
        
 
        
The Austrian (RAVAG) radio recital of 1940 was recorded 
          and stored before being carried away as war booty by the Russians in 
          1945. Most of the pieces are new to Sauer’s discography. As for the 
          Schumann Concerto, this was the last work Sauer performed, two years 
          later with Knappertsbusch conducting the Vienna Philharmonic. Here he 
          has the riveting support of Mengelberg. Taking this first and even knowing 
          of Sauer’s reputation for technical fluency and expressive nuance – 
          also a sense of space and depth in his performances of the Liszt concertos, 
          which are quite leisurely – I was still astonished by the performance 
          of the 78 year old as he and Mengelberg launch one of the most magical 
          and winning performances of the Schumann I’ve ever heard. Note writer 
          Allan Evans characterises it as "relaxed and dramatic" and 
          that is a well-chosen and apposite phrase, emphasising that the former 
          need not be dissociated from the latter. Sauer’s judicious weight and 
          chordal timing in the Allegro affettuoso is notable, Mengelberg’s astounding 
          orchestral accelerando jet propelled, exuding remarkable animation and 
          rhythm. Sauer is glorious in his colour as are the wind principals at 
          c3.20 as the pianist slows at the climax. He is tremendously graceful 
          in the intermezzo – Mengelberg bringing out the affectionate string 
          and oboe’s moulded phrases and in the finale there is a buoyancy, an 
          airborne lightness and freedom that is frequently intoxicating. The 
          occasional idiosyncrasies may not be to all tastes but I found them 
          utterly delicious and impossible to resist. 
        
 
        
The Austrian recital approximates pretty accurately 
          to a Sauer concert recital. Thus his Schubert Impromptu is played in 
          the Liszt edition in G major (not G flat) and is a master class in voicings, 
          vibrant and liquid – with the added chordal and harmonic transpositions 
          prominent. His Chopin Bolero is winning and delightful, the Nocturne 
          limpidity itself with delightful little hesitations. In the C minor 
          Etude there is marvellous insight and control, full of lucidity and 
          sonorous clarity, a myriad of perceptible voicings. The Schumann Traumeswirren 
          is filigree, with quick and unimpeded finger work from Sauer as he conveys 
          the humour and winsome frivolity with maximum wit. He was a champion 
          of Sgambati whose Piano Concerto he’d performed in Rome under the composer’s 
          direction. The Minuetto vecchio is full of charm and generous lyricism, 
          rolled chords imparting an antique air and wit, Sauer showing just how 
          morceaux such as this can be given breathtakingly characterised life 
          without either specious ostentation or undue glamour. His own Sonata 
          is a little nine-minute compound of Schumann and Sgambati. The Spieluhr 
          second movement is a capricious one with filigree treble games and "musical 
          box" sonorities and the finale a glittering showpiece full of finger 
          clarity and finesse – and sheer charm. 
        
 
        
As you can tell I was entirely captivated by this disc. 
          The sound is quite unproblematic and the descriptive and biographical 
          notes splendid. But then the whole thing is splendid and those interested 
          in piano performance practice would be ill advised to pass this by. 
          Sauer was self-evidently one of the giants, a true poet, and these live 
          performances attest to the lyricism and beauty that mark out one of 
          the elite. 
        
 
        
Jonathan Woolf