Robert SCHUMANN (1810-1856)
Kinderszenen, Op. 15 [20:24]
Abegg Variations, Op. 1 [8:22]
Fantasie in C, Op. 17 [32:02]
Lise de la Salle (piano)
rec. December 2013, Sendesaal Bremen, Germany
NAÏVE V5364 [60:48]
Lise de la Salle, born in 1988, arrived on the recording
scene as a flashy teenager with youthful fire. Now she seems to have matured
hastily, into a senior citizen. That’s both a compliment and not.
Her interpretations are poetic, soft-edged, slow and very pretty, but sometimes
this crosses the line into preciousness and tedium. The faster bits of Kinderszenen
are well-voiced and admirably clear — the short ride of the hobby-horse
is brilliant — and the tenth section, “Almost too serious,”
definitely works. However “Träumerei” and “The poet
speaks” are far too self-conscious about their own beauty. Michael
Endres, Wilhelm Kempff and Annie Fischer are pianists who achieve the same
aw-shucks lyrical polish without overdoing it.
The Fantasie in C, Op. 17, my favourite work of all Schumann, has
this issue too, but not the way you’d expect. I thought the third
movement would be reduced to a crawl, but no, it’s actually rather
fast. It’s the first movement that sometimes gets bogged down, and
not by slowness, but by clunky, bland phrasing of some of the more difficult,
mysterious passages of the development. The central march is full of energy
and oompah-enthusiasm, but its midsection plays like a nocturne and the
return to march tempo is rather awkwardly handled. If Ms de la Salle is
reading this then I would ask her to listen to the recent Joaquín
Achucarro CD (La Dolce Volta) to hear how a performance that’s high
on contrast can also be riveting start to finish.
The Abegg Variations separate the two big works, and they’re
pretty terrific and wittily played, aside from a couple of truly enormous
pauses between variations. Before the final coda, the pause stretches so
long I actually thought, “I don’t remember the piece ending
like that”.
I’m of two minds about this release. Lise de la Salle’s heart
is in the right place. So are the microphones, by the way; great sound.
Her interpretations are well-considered and mature, and she succeeds at
everything she wants to achieve but when does much rumination become too
much rumination? Is it when “The poet speaks” sounds like Mompou?
I think the line is crossed here, not always, but enough that I can’t
decide whether to praise this or not. Based on the above description, I
hope you can tell if this is your kind of recital. If she records this music
again in ten years, the results might be well worth the wait.
Brian Reinhart