The main marketing angle of this new Naxos Historical issue is, 
                according to its notes, that these recordings typify Arthur Rubinstein’s 
                “middle period” Chopin.  
              
Given 
                  that Rubinstein was performing as soloist with the Berlin Philharmonic 
                  Orchestra at the age of just 13, it might seem more than a little 
                  unlikely that his “middle period” would include recordings made 
                  at the age of 59 and 66. But in fact the chronology of Rubinstein’s 
                  artistic development was significantly skewed both by his decision, 
                  at the age of 45, to embark on a major re-evaluation of his 
                  technique and repertoire - he himself termed it “the second 
                  beginning of my career” - and the fact that he was still working 
                  in the recording studio in his ninth decade. 
                
The 
                  Naxos synopsis, on the disc’s back cover, adopts a linear view 
                  of the way in which Rubinstein developed his approach to the 
                  Chopin concertos. Thus, the 1930s recordings with John Barbirolli 
                  are said to be generally characterised by “fire and youthful 
                  exuberance”; the final recordings in the stereo age supposedly 
                  exhibit “greater maturity and structural coherence”; and, so 
                  runs the argument, these “middle period” accounts from 1946 
                  and 1953 successfully combine the best features of both. 
                
That 
                  is a somewhat sweeping generalisation and Rubinstein was no 
                  doubt all the more interesting – and a greater artist - because 
                  of the spontaneity and unpredictability that he was wont to 
                  demonstrate in live performance. And yet, on the basis of these 
                  recordings, it does seem to me that the Naxos analysis is generally 
                  correct. 
                
Just 
                  to take something as superficial – though relatively objective 
                  - as the timings of these concertos in various Rubinstein recordings 
                  over the years, a remarkably consistent pattern does emerge 
                  quite clearly.
                  
                  
                
                   
                    
                  |  Op.11 
                   | 
                   1937, London Symphony Orchestra/Barbirolli | 
                    
                   1953, Los Angeles Philharmonic 
                    Orchestra/Wallenstein | 
                    
                   1961, New London Symphony Orchestra/Skrowaczewski | 
                  
                   
                    
                  |  I. 
                    Allegro maestoso  | 
                    
                   15:34* 
                   | 
                    
                   18:58 
                   | 
                    
                   19:36 
                   | 
                  
                   
                    
                  |  II. 
                    Romanze. Larghetto  | 
                    
                   9:26 
                   | 
                    
                   9:47 
                   | 
                    
                   10:42 
                   | 
                  
                   
                    
                  |  III. 
                    Rondo. Vivace | 
                   8:11 
                   | 
                    
                   9:44 
                   | 
                    
                   10:01 
                   | 
                  
                
                
              * 
                Comparison not possible as a truncated orchestral introduction 
                was used
                
              
                   
                    
                  |  Op. 
                    21  | 
                    
                   1931, London Symphony Orchestra/Barbirolli | 
                   1946, NBC Symphony Orchestra/Steinberg | 
                    
                   1958, Symphony of the Air/Wallenstein | 
                  
                   
                    
                  |  I. 
                    Maestoso  | 
                    
                   10:56 
                   | 
                    
                   12:30 
                   | 
                    
                   13:15 
                   | 
                  
                   
                    
                  |  II. 
                    Larghetto  | 
                    
                   8:06 
                   | 
                    
                   8:10 
                   | 
                    
                   8:34 
                   | 
                  
                   
                    
                  |  III. 
                    Allegro vivace | 
                   7:33 
                   | 
                    
                   7:49 
                   | 
                    
                   8:03 
                   | 
                  
                
          
                As can be seen, there 
                  is, in progressive recordings, a marked and measurable tendency 
                  to slow down and to demonstrate greater introspection and deliberation 
                  in each movement of both concertos. So, in that sense at least, 
                  these Naxos accounts are very much “in the middle”.  
                
But 
                  does that make them the best of the bunch? The answer will almost 
                  certainly be a matter of personal preference, but I think it 
                  is fair to say that there is a great deal to be said in their 
                  favour. 
                
An 
                  English reviewer of the 1946 performance of the F minor concerto, 
                  quoted in Jonathan Summers’s excellent booklet notes, wrote 
                  perceptively that “you might feel that there is an absence of 
                  quiet, delicate playing. [Rubinstein] … takes a dashing view 
                  of the concerto, of the first movement especially, and scarcely 
                  anywhere is there any pianissimo ravishment. But it is 
                  a valid view and this virile performance, with some wonderful 
                  playing, held my attention all through with delight.” Virility 
                  is indeed the key concept here, I think, and I personally found 
                  this account something of a breath of fresh air, banishing even 
                  the slightest hint of over-sentimentality and revealing the 
                  concerto in a fresh coat of paint. 
                
The 
                  performance of the E minor concerto is rather less novel in 
                  approach though it has one quirky moment where Rubinstein gives 
                  the very opening phrase of the first movement a curious rhythmic 
                  snap – which I don’t, pace Mr Summers, detect to “exactly 
                  the same” extent in the subsequent 1961 re-recording. Nevertheless, 
                  this is another very fine performance, superbly conceived and 
                  executed. Contemporary critics had a few negative things to 
                  say about Alfred Wallenstein’s direction of the Los Angeles 
                  Philharmonic, but I actually found that to be one of the recording’s 
                  great strengths. The conductor fully matches Rubinstein in strength 
                  and vigour and, in Mark Obert-Thorn’s expert restoration, the 
                  orchestra comes out sounding very well indeed, even allowing 
                  for the date of the performance. Initial pressings must have 
                  been rather odd because one English reviewer swore that he detected 
                  a saxophone in the orchestral mix! 
                
When 
                  wanting to listen to a Rubinstein account of these concertos 
                  in the future, I imagine, then, that it will almost certainly 
                  be this one – rather than the over-impulsive 1930s accounts 
                  or the comparatively stately traversals of his final “grand 
                  old man” phase – that I will be taking from the shelves with 
                  the greatest sense of pleasurable anticipation.
                
              
Rob Maynard