The eighteenth century 
                was hardly short of swashbucklers but 
                Joseph Boulogne, Chevalier de Saint-George, 
                virtuoso fiddler, composer, swordsman, 
                and son of a French planter and a Senegalese 
                slave, was not low down on the list 
                of notables of his age. His picaresque 
                journeyings are novelistic in their 
                breadth – Revolution fleeing, association 
                with the Duc d’Orleans, exhibition fencing 
                in London and Brighton, captain of the 
                National Guard – and even Rousseau would 
                have had a hard time prophesying Boulogne’s 
                fusion of the musical with the military. 
              
 
              
Nevertheless amidst 
                the carnage of late eighteenth century 
                France, and beyond its borders, Boulogne 
                still found time to compose for his 
                own instrument. The first volume of 
                Naxos’ series [not reviewed] 
                has given a foretaste of his abilities 
                as a composer and the second gives us 
                three more concertos. Naxos’ booklet 
                writer pitches them high and they are 
                certainly idiomatically written and 
                requiring of some pretty adept technique, 
                not least in the higher positions, in 
                which Boulogne was clearly an adept 
                practitioner. He was clearly no slouch 
                either when it came to brisk string 
                crossing because the scores bristle 
                with these and suchlike demands. He 
                strikes the most impressive note however 
                in slow movements; in the scena-like 
                Adagio of the D major (Op posthumous), 
                say, which is adroitly and unceasingly 
                lyric in impulse and in the dainty and 
                pliant Rondo finales of which he proves 
                a mini-master in these works. That of 
                the posthumously published D major is 
                especially winning and the modified 
                sonata form Presto finale of the G major 
                sparkles with Mozartian brio. A weakness 
                lies in the occasionally rather generic 
                Allegro first movements – always laid 
                out with skill but seldom with inspiration 
                (though I’d make an exception for the 
                inventive G major with its fine cadenza). 
              
 
              
The Toronto Camerata 
                under its energetic Irish conductor 
                Kevin Mallon is doing some fine work 
                for Naxos. Soloist Qian Zhou plays with 
                a degree of dash but she sounds taxed 
                by some of Boulogne’s demands – she’s 
                splendid high up the fingerboard but 
                her string crossing isn’t quite there 
                and her intonation is sometimes suspect. 
                It sounds to me as if she is slightly 
                too near the microphones as well – we 
                can hear her changes of bow and this 
                accentuates a certain metallic astringency 
                in her tone. It doesn’t seriously affect 
                recommendation because Zhou sounds fully 
                committed to the repertoire. I suppose 
                the constituency for the disc is Violin 
                School of Mozart but the dramatic Boulogne 
                will certainly appeal to more broad-minded 
                violin fanciers and to those interested 
                in later eighteenth century Parisian 
                composition as well. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf