The steady tread with 
                which the Sonata opens is not easily 
                forgotten. Its layout, with busy figuration 
                in the middle register, a singing upper 
                line and a striding organ-pedal bass, 
                may suggest César Franck. But 
                in place of Franck’s religious fervour 
                Dukas seems to evoke the calm, luminous 
                world of classical Greece. It is indeed 
                a Mount Olympus of a movement. That 
                it has this effect is in no small measure 
                due to the Mozartian clarity and sense 
                of architecture the late, lamented Joyce 
                Hatto brought to it. I do not wish to 
                imply by this a lack of commitment, 
                indeed her belief in the cause is obvious 
                in every bar. Yet it is her lofty overview 
                which remains in the mind. It is an 
                extraordinary performance of an extraordinary 
                movement. 
              
 
              
The calm opening of 
                the next movement, for all Hatto’s luminous 
                textures and linear clarity, left me 
                wondering if Dukas does not need a lot 
                of notes to engage us. Later the textures 
                become fuller and attention picks up. 
              
 
              
The scherzo is brilliant, 
                toccata-like piece, with a highly contrasted 
                trio. The notes cascade from Hatto’s 
                fingers with apparently no effort at 
                all. I cannot help feeling, however, 
                that Dukas has drifted from his idealistic 
                opening to something closer to mere 
                entertainment and the somewhat doleful 
                fugue constituting its trio only adds 
                to the impression that the composer’s 
                vision is not a wholly coherent one. 
              
 
              
After a short introduction 
                the finale opts for Franckian energy 
                and youthful fervour. It is an "easy" 
                solution but undeniably effective. Hatto 
                pitches in with an enthusiasm and fire 
                which carries all before it – I would 
                defy anyone not to respond. 
              
 
              
In saying I cannot 
                imagine a finer performance of this 
                work I have to admit that I have not 
                actually been able to compare it with 
                others. A recent Hyperion disc by Marc-André 
                Hamelin was chosen by Colin Clarke as 
                one of his Records of the Year and is 
                obviously the most serious competitor 
                [review]. 
                Readers may wish to turn to Jonathan 
                Woolf’s review 
                of the present disc since he has also 
                heard the Hamelin and explains in some 
                detail why he feels that, good as the 
                Hyperion version is, the Hatto is better 
                still and he made that a November Recording 
                of the Month. A recording once made 
                by John Ogdon was available to neither 
                of us. Britons were probably first alerted 
                to the existence of the Sonata by François 
                Thinat’s Arion LP. It was reviewed in 
                July 1972 by both Gramophone and the 
                EMG Monthly Letter, arousing more interest 
                than enthusiasm. If it the performance 
                really lasted "for almost an hour" 
                as EMG claimed – and so about 15 minutes 
                longer than Hatto’s – this might explain 
                their muted ardour. 
              
 
              
Of course, the coupling 
                may be the deciding factor for you. 
                From Hamelin you get a very rare work 
                by Decaux. Hatto plays the rest of Dukas’s 
                slender output for piano. 
              
 
              
I suggest the "Variations, 
                Interlude et Finale" may ultimately 
                be the Dukas work most deserving of 
                a place in the regular repertoire. It 
                is perhaps a banal consideration that 
                at 18-19 minutes it can be slipped into 
                a recital without driving away all but 
                specialists. Apart from this, its world 
                seems more completely consistent than 
                that of the Sonata. Dukas succeeds in 
                creating his own personal slant on the 
                world of Franck, bringing a harmonic 
                angularity and asperity, plus the odd 
                touch of droll humour, which makes him 
                a stepping stone between Franck and 
                Roussel, sidestepping Debussy altogether. 
              
 
              
A correspondent on 
                the bulletin board drew attention, following 
                Jonathan Woolf’s review, to a version 
                of this piece by Yvonne Léfèbure. 
                Another recording was set down by Nicolai 
                Petrov (briefly available on Olympia) 
                and described by Gramophone in 1988 
                as a "tour-de-force". I can’t 
                imagine anyone denying that encomium 
                to Joyce Hatto as well. 
              
 
              
"La plainte, au 
                loin, du faune" was Dukas’s contribution 
                to an album of pieces by several composers 
                in memory of Debussy published in 1920. 
                It reveals both his clear admiration 
                for the composer, his senior by three 
                years, but also his substantial extraneousness 
                to his world. Quotations from "L’après-midi 
                d’une faune" are intriguingly introduced 
                into an altogether more tangible setting. 
              
 
              
The "Prélude 
                élégiaque" was also 
                a contribution to an album. This time 
                the centenary of Haydn’s death was the 
                cause and the collection included works 
                by Debussy and Ravel. There was no particular 
                reason to adopt a grief-struck tone 
                this time but Dukas’s contribution was 
                clearly a deeply-felt affair. 
              
 
              
These two shorter pieces 
                are from a session on 6 January 2006 
                which must have been among Hatto’s last. 
                Although her long struggle against cancer 
                was reaching its conclusion she retains 
                her classic poise, with some beautifully 
                voiced textures. 
              
 
              
The disc is concluded 
                by de Falla’s tribute to Dukas. I find 
                this the least interesting music on 
                the disc but that hardly affects the 
                value of the collection as a whole. 
              
 
              
As well as thorough 
                notes by William Hedley, the booklet 
                also contains a valuable memoir by Hatto 
                herself. The first paragraph strays 
                afield to say some important things 
                about interpreting Debussy, particularly 
                with regard to performers who have aped 
                Gieseking’s pedalling but not his tempi, 
                obtaining "nonsensical" results. 
                Hopefully, the many recordings by Hatto 
                still awaiting editing will include 
                further Debussy, while her Ravel has 
                already been announced. 
              
 
              
I sometimes wish a 
                really dreadful disc by Joyce Hatto 
                would come along just so I can prove 
                that I don’t automatically rubber-stamp 
                every note she plays with automatic 
                praise. But what can I say? Here is 
                yet more treasure from Hatto and Concert 
                Artist – beautifully and warmly recorded, 
                too – and I recommend it urgently to 
                all lovers of French piano music. 
              
 
              
Christopher Howell 
                 
              
see also review 
                by Jonathan Woolf November Recording 
                of the Month 
              
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