The still-missed Deryck Cooke, reviewing in “Gramophone” 
                  the first release of Furtwängler’s Schumann 1, felt 
                  that the conductor’s breadth and seriousness was preferable 
                  to “those spick and span Mendelssohnian performances that 
                  wouldn’t really suit Mendelssohn either” (I quote 
                  from memory). Here, if you want it, is the sort of spick and 
                  span Mendelssohnian Schumann 1 that wouldn’t really suit 
                  Mendelssohn either. Tempi are brisk, textures are lean and transparent 
                  - forget the idea that Schumann couldn’t orchestrate. 
                  Since this is post-HIP - i.e. a smallish modern symphony orchestra 
                  made to play rather as if on period instruments and with an 
                  avoidance of the luxuriant long line - accents are jabbed at, 
                  the brass occasionally rasp and the timpani rattle drily. 
                    
                  Yet there’s nothing so very new under the sun. Go back 
                  to the 1946 Cleveland recording under Erich Leinsdorf, a conductor 
                  whose interpretations, once maligned, are now re-emerging as 
                  interesting example of a pre-HIP approach, and you find the 
                  same lean textures. In the slow movement, in particular, they 
                  have practically identical timings and “sforzati” 
                  are treated in the same way, uncomprehendingly jabbed at just 
                  because they’re there without any sense of where they 
                  belong in the long line. It’s the over-swift tempo that 
                  brings them too close to each other, instead of allowing them 
                  to inflect and enliven the melodic phrases. 
                    
                  On the other hand, Järvi’s brutal treatment of the 
                  quasi-fanfare shapes in the third movement is not anticipated 
                  by Leinsdorf, who does at least fire up the orchestra to an 
                  animal excitement in the outer movements. These chortle along 
                  nicely under Järvi so you’d think that all they need 
                  is some jolly words to make them sound like Gilbert and Sullivan. 
                  
                    
                  A shortcoming in the Leinsdorf camp, though, is his attempt 
                  to impose a Stokowski/Hollywood sheen on the string melodies 
                  of the slow movement. All things considered, neither the pre- 
                  nor the post-HIP approach got as much out of this symphony as 
                  a good “traditional” performance. 
                    
                  The “Rhenish” was a teenage infatuation of mine. 
                  I can’t think how many times I listened to it, in René 
                  Leibowitz’s resplendent performance - latterly on Chesky 
                  - rejoicing in its sheer exuberance, the sunlight glinting on 
                  the golden waters of the Rhine. Clearly, in a post-HIP world 
                  this won’t do, so how to put a wet blanket on it? Järvi 
                  has two basic techniques in the first movement. One is to slacken 
                  every time a lyrical theme comes up, with a stop-go-stop-go 
                  effect that becomes enervating. The other is to emphasize accents 
                  on the syncopated off-beats by ever-so-slightly delaying them, 
                  with the result that the music’s natural swing is replaced 
                  by pedantic over-emphasis. If a more dreadful account of this 
                  glorious movement exists, I hope I shall never hear it. 
                    
                  The next two movements are less objectionable, though Järvi 
                  again separates off the episodes in the Ländler rather 
                  than letting them grow naturally out of the preceding material. 
                  The third movement gives him nothing much to over-emphasize, 
                  but passes rather blandly. The fourth movement is actually built 
                  up rather impressively while the last resorts again to Gilbert 
                  and Sullivan-style jolliness. 
                    
                  I didn’t get out my cherished Leibowitz for comparisons 
                  but took the opportunity to hear three accounts from the 1950s 
                  that, in their general swiftness, might suggest a pre-HIP approach. 
                  Two used the Vienna State Opera Orchestra and can be found as 
                  downloads on the internet. 
                    
                  Hans Swarowsky, at 27:19, may provide the swiftest overall account 
                  ever. At its best his first movement - 7.49 compared with Järvi’s 
                  9.12 - has an ideal swing. Unfortunately Swarowsky does not 
                  really shape the contrasting episodes, he just beats on at his 
                  fast tempo and lets the orchestra fit in the notes as best they 
                  can. His second and third movements show you can be both perfunctory 
                  and fast - 04:59 and 04:43 compared with Järvi’s 
                  05:38 and 04:52. The music is hardly shaped at all. His fourth 
                  movement, though, is an interesting alternative to most others. 
                  At 04:22 - Järvi takes 05:36 - he builds it up urgently 
                  rather than majestically. His finale is relatively broad and 
                  virtually identical in timing to Järvi’s - 05:24 
                  as against 05:25. He lets the music run, whereas Järvi 
                  has some irritating point-making. He is perfunctory in a traditional 
                  way, while Järvi is perfunctory in a more interventionist 
                  way. 
                    
                  More interesting is Dean Dixon. He draws a fuller sound from 
                  the orchestra and the extra space in his still-fastish first 
                  movement - 8:50 - allows a combination of urgency and majesty. 
                  Like Järvi, he sometimes emphasizes the syncopated off-beats, 
                  and as a result comes close to tub-thumping here and there. 
                  His Ländler - 5:50 - is a fine piece of conducting, with 
                  the right swing and with each episode emerging naturally from 
                  the previous one. His third movement has an identical timing 
                  to Järvi’s, but is more natural in its phrasing. 
                  His fourth movement builds up steadily and majestically, very 
                  slightly faster than Järvi’s at 5:30. Allegedly Dixon 
                  was ordered by Nixa to fit the symphony on one LP side - unusual 
                  in those days. This might explain the almost rabid urgency of 
                  his finale, timed at 4:50. It is exciting but a little uncomfortable. 
                  
                    
                  My third comparison has Boult conducting a rather scrappy London 
                  Philharmonic. His first movement has aroused amazement and enthusiasm 
                  over the years but not, reading between the lines, universal 
                  satisfaction. At 7:31 it may be the fastest ever. The gut conviction 
                  of the playing, however untidy, and the control over the long 
                  line make it obvious that Boult was a great conductor in a way 
                  the other three are not. All the same, it is difficult not to 
                  feel that Boult is applying his considerable gifts to justify 
                  a tempo that is inherently too fast. Whatever he intended, the 
                  result is more bullish than ebullient. I’ve returned to 
                  this several times over the years and still remain unconvinced. 
                  
                    
                  Boult’s middle movements are free-flowing without excessive 
                  haste - the timings are 5:58, 5:17 and 5:27 - while his finale, 
                  almost as fast as Dixon’s - 4:57 - manages to sound jubilant 
                  rather than rabid. Given that first movement, though, out of 
                  these performances I’d have to choose Dixon’s. 
                    
                  What Järvi shows, I think, is that post-HIP has come of 
                  age. Time was when the newness of such an approach gave it an 
                  exploratory feel, whether you liked it or not. The lesson here 
                  is that post-HIP performances can be as flaccidly routine in 
                  our own day as a Swarowsky could be in his. 
                    
                  I suppose I’d better add that this disc, like many today, 
                  comes with an “agenda” - in this case the “Schumann 
                  project”. Underlying this is the “discovery” 
                  by Prof. Dr. Med. Uwe Henrik Peters, Emeritus Director of the 
                  Clinic of Neurology, Psychiatry and Psychotherapy of the University 
                  of Cologne, that Schumann’s doctors had got it all wrong. 
                  We have been led to believe all these years that the composer 
                  fell prey to insanity and had to be committed to a mental asylum. 
                  According to Prof. Dr. Med. Peters, the doctors of the day were 
                  incapable of telling the difference between a madman and a perfectly 
                  sane person with a tendency to drink himself under the table 
                  for long periods. Furthermore, his loving wife Clara and his 
                  admiring fellow composer Brahms were only too happy - for the 
                  purposes of unexplained financial gain - to have him consigned 
                  to what was known, in those politically incorrect days, as “the 
                  bin”. This “startling interpretation” should 
                  apparently induce “a completely fresh approach to the 
                  works of Robert Schumann”. Perhaps this is the reason 
                  for these performances’ rejection of the inspirational 
                  flights once believed inherent to this composer’s work. 
                  
                    
                  If you are uneasy with the idea that Schumann is a great composer, 
                  here’s a chance to discover his mediocrity. Poor Schumann 
                  ... poor us...  
                  
                  Christopher Howell  
                    
                  Masterwork Index: Schumann 
                  symphonies