Completed when the 
                pianist was just twenty-five years old, 
                this iconic recording is notable for 
                Serkin’s deep understanding of the composer’s 
                sound-world and its emotional extremes, 
                coupled with considerable instrumental 
                prowess. Although Peter Serkin wasn’t 
                the first to record these monumental 
                pieces, his insights have almost congealed 
                into legend over the years. Now, of 
                course, many fine pianists have tackled 
                the work, or portions of it. In just 
                the last year I’ve heard sections by 
                Pierre-Laurent Aimard and Alexander 
                Tselyakov, to cite just two. 
              
 
              
The piece is in twenty 
                sections, each ranging from two minutes 
                to about thirteen, and incorporates 
                a fairly wide spectrum of keyboard challenges; 
                within the frame of Messiaen’s language, 
                that is. If the work as a whole can 
                be likened to a vast travelogue, most 
                of the pieces are smaller journeys in 
                themselves, often starting with one 
                texture or motif, and then veering off 
                into another as the piece progresses. 
                Take one of the longer ones, No. 15, 
                Le Baiser de l’Enfant Jésus, 
                which begins with great gentleness. 
                The opening has the simplicity and stateliness 
                of a chorale, but this is soon disrupted 
                by sequences that are more agitated, 
                and the whole thing climaxes with a 
                burst of what sounds like an ecstatic 
                vision, before dissolving in an afterglow 
                of glittering runs. Messiaen’s language 
                sometimes has echoes of Scriabin or 
                Prokofiev, but his relentless focus 
                is unique, as is his clearly devotional 
                outlook. Michael Steinberg, in his excellent 
                notes, suggests that a devout Catholic 
                might gain the most from hearing this 
                cycle, which is probably true, but I 
                can’t imagine many lovers of fine piano 
                playing feeling cheated by Serkin’s 
                extraordinary traversal. 
              
 
              
One could write for 
                dozens of pages in great detail about 
                all of the parts, but I’ll leave the 
                bulk for the listener to discover, since 
                this two-disc set is well worth exploring 
                and will repay the time spent many times 
                over. Some of my favorites include No. 
                5, Regard du Fils sur le Fils, 
                with its enchanting figures in the instrument’s 
                higher registers, and its delicate final 
                phrase that trails off into nothingness, 
                or No. 6, Par Lui tout a été 
                fait, with its harsh, throbbing, 
                toccata-like opening. It continues brutally, 
                aggressively, with more counterpoint 
                than some of the others, and by the 
                time Serkin reaches its feverish end 
                you may be exhausted. Contrast that 
                to No. 19, Je dors, mais mon coeur 
                veille, the penultimate one, which 
                telegraphs "we’re nearing the end" 
                with its peaceful, relative tranquility. 
                And then the final Regard de l’église 
                d’amour presents Serkin with a panorama 
                of challenges – it’s almost a summation 
                of everything that has come previously 
                – before the concluding chords that 
                bring the entire enterprise to an almost 
                abrupt close. 
              
 
              
Serkin’s work throughout 
                is pretty astounding, showing epic concentration, 
                especially considering the early stage 
                in his career when this was completed. 
                His musicality is always at the forefront, 
                and some of the pieces with extremes 
                of repetition – patterns that can sound 
                monotonous in other hands – make perfect 
                sense here. He combines a keen feeling 
                for the work’s overall reverent nature, 
                with an ability to convey the surprise 
                when an explosive passage suddenly flares 
                up. 
              
 
              
I cannot tell a lie. 
                The sound, while very good, to my ears 
                does not really compete with the best 
                digital recordings of today. Unfortunately 
                I have not yet heard Aimard’s recording, 
                which is from all reports spectacular 
                in sonic terms. But this is only a small 
                caveat, and should not deter anyone 
                from rushing out to buy this whilst 
                it is available ... and who knows how 
                long that will be. The crisply 
                designed packaging includes a graphic 
                reference to the composer’s love of 
                bird songs, and Steinberg’s notes, as 
                mentioned earlier, are a plus as well. 
                He concludes, "If I had to demonstrate 
                to the man from Mars what a piano is 
                and what you can do with it, I could 
                not do better than to play this breathtaking 
                recording of one of the twentieth century’s 
                truly imposing masterpieces." Indeed, 
                I couldn’t have said it better. 
              
Bruce Hodges