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The Dutch contralto 
                Maartje Offers was born in 1892 and 
                began her career as an opera singer. 
                Well received though she was, her reputation 
                remained local until colleagues suggested 
                she pursue her career in Italy at which 
                point much more than succès d’estime 
                beckoned. La Scala booked her for the 
                1924/25 season (Fricka in Rheingold 
                and Die Walküre) and she was successful 
                at La Fenice in Venice. She sang Mahler 
                (No. 2) with Mengelberg and after her 
                return to the Netherlands Beecham contracted 
                her for his concert tours of Britain 
                and Australia. But despite these prestigious 
                engagements, and despite her recording 
                contract with HMV, her public career 
                gradually wound down and teaching took 
                up an increasing amount of her time. 
                She died in 1944, having given her final 
                performance four years earlier at the 
                Spa Hotel in Schevening. 
              
 
              
She made a number of 
                acoustic recordings under the name van 
                der Meer-Offers but her Red Label celebrity 
                (albeit brief) coincided with the Beecham 
                years, when additionally the young Barbirolli 
                accompanied her, and these are the discs 
                by which she is best known. As a nod 
                to England she even recorded one of 
                Elgar’s Sea Pictures. Offers had a good 
                quality contralto, although in his notes 
                the late Leo Riemens characterises it 
                more as a dramatic soprano. It’s a voice 
                capable – not always, but sometimes 
                – of dramatic incisiveness, well supported 
                and resonant. It’s not ideally steady 
                and though she is rhythmically astute 
                and stylish (and stylistically impressive) 
                there are moments of faulty technique. 
                These are primarily ones of faulty breath 
                control, and can be heard on the coupling 
                of Thomas and Saint-Saëns (HMV 
                DB913) where one can hear that the phrasing 
                is, as a result, somewhat compromised. 
                Her sometimes obtrusive vibrato is also 
                a feature of the other Saint-Saëns 
                recordings. Her Ave verum is movingly 
                expressive in the Old School way and 
                in the Gluck one can hear the lineage 
                of descent from her to Ferrier – albeit 
                Offers is pursued by a band unusually, 
                even for 1926, swimming in portamenti. 
                We do hear a couple of acoustic items 
                – Aida and Rienzi – that show her as 
                a good, but not outstanding, musician 
                in this kind of repertoire. Maybe the 
                reputation that has accrued to her as 
                a rather stolid stage animal, was not 
                entirely wrong – though I have to say, 
                on the evidence of these recordings, 
                that it wasn’t entirely right either. 
                For all the minor weaknesses she can 
                still have the power to move and to 
                impress. 
              
 
              
The discs are not especially 
                rare but they have been well transferred. 
                Instances of blasting are uncommon (once 
                in the Trovatore extract) and the 1927 
                La Favorita sounds slightly over-resonant. 
                Otherwise, with the exception of some 
                of her Wagner, Offers has been sidelined 
                in recent years. This is a worthy salute 
                to her memory. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf