Charles 
                  Chaplin declared that he had met only three geniuses in his 
                  life: Winston Churchill, Albert Einstein and Clara Haskil. Practically 
                  worshipped in her later years, Ms. Haskil suffered for most 
                  of her life from everything from a painful spinal condition 
                  to crippling self-doubt. Fellow Rumanian Dinu Lipatti was her 
                  ardent champion. His early death left Haskil grief-stricken 
                  - she was secretly in love with him - and without a mentor. 
                  In spite of all these negative circumstances, Haskil would go 
                  down in history as a goddess amongst pianists; a woman capable 
                  of a musical passion and elegance practically unequalled by 
                  her peers and a classicist of the highest refinement. 
                
Such 
                  plaudits are well in evidence in these 1950s vintage recordings 
                  of Mozart. This is playing of such pristine clarity that in 
                  spite of the somewhat muddy monaural sound, the listener is 
                  instantly drawn in and held captive. Passage work is perfect, 
                  each note a pearl on a strand. Phrases are nuanced to marble 
                  smoothness. 
                
Neither 
                  is Haskil afraid of a little drama. More turbulent passages 
                  are played with flare. Ms. Haskil always has the reins well 
                  in hand though, never letting emotion get the better of a firm 
                  sense of classical order and discipline. Slow movements are 
                  played with love and tenderness, but there is never the slightest 
                  hint of overt romanticism. Each melody evokes the rising of 
                  the sun in the morning; each cadence is perfectly placed. It 
                  is as though she composed each phrase herself, first sketching 
                  her thoughts, then carefully revising and refining her ideas, 
                  and then committing them to the page only when they had been 
                  perfected. 
                
Both 
                  Otto Ackermann and Ferenc Fricsay provide well-balanced and 
                  sensitive accompaniments, but it is in the sound of the orchestra 
                  that the inferior sound quality becomes most obvious. Textures 
                  are blurred by the less that clear sound and at times the boxiness 
                  becomes a bit tiring. Nonetheless, these are performances of 
                  such grace and beauty from the soloist that I have found myself 
                  returning to these performances again and again, not only for 
                  enjoyment, but also for instruction. 
                
This 
                  is a series that seems to be more about the performers than 
                  the music itself, and as such the booklet note by the always 
                  able Bryce Morrison is somewhat skimpy on information about 
                  the works at hand. No matter, really. His compassionate yet 
                  honest assessment of Haskil as a person and artist is insightful 
                  and lends even more enjoyment to her nearly flawless playing. 
                
There 
                  are really not enough superlatives for this recording. Any music-lover 
                  at any level should find something at which to marvel here. 
                
Kevin 
                  Sutton
                
see also Review 
                  by Christopher Howell