Sir András Schiff’s “Music Comes Out of Silence” is a demanding memoir, bathed in technicalities as regards the pianist’s musical journey is concerned. But, there is more to it than music in the form of an imagination lying dormant underneath every notation that births music out of silence, of the potentiality of performance that propels music from a mere idea to a reality. The political climes during Schiff’s growing up in Hungary, with unsettling anti-Semitism, to stifling communistic regime to racist slurs and xenophobic fundamentalism was claustrophobic to the hilt, forcing the expeditiously prodigious child to escape the Scylla and Charybdis of the left- and right-wing extremism for a life that took him across continents to fulfill the destiny of a living legend in the Western Classical canon. The book is divided into two halves, the first being an exclusive dialogue with the Swiss journalist Martin Meyer, with the last chapter spanning a little over a hundred pages giving a vivid account of the Schiff’s personality, and musical inspirations, beginning with Johannes Brahms as his childhood hero to cyclical performances of Bach, Beethoven, Chopin, Schumann and Bartók via the grossly misleading condescension of Mendelssohn.
The memoir has its share of humaneness, wit, and inordinate poignancy. To take an extract from a chapter devoted to Annie Fischer I part two of the memoir, the supremely gifted pianist who not only could make the instrument sing, but also speak, would practice with the autobiographist through the night in a room filled with the fog of her chain-smoking habit, and give sermons on why she hated the caricature of piano playing that laid stress on the mechanics rather than the technique. The simplicity-personified Annie eventually mirrored what the poet Rilke termed as dying her own death. To quote Schiff,
“She was listening to Bach’s St. John Passion on the radio, and passed away during the broadcast. A beautiful way to go.”
This still gives me the goosebumps, and is as powerful and haunting a narrative as James Kaplan describing the death of Marlyn Monroe in the mammoth biography of Frank Sinatra.
The memoir begins with silence and ends with silence. But, where silence thoroughly captivates is Schiff’s take on Bach’s Goldberg Variations. The thirty-variation cycle is known for immense technical demands, requiring virtuosity for rapid hand crossings and intricate passage-work. The variations, incidentally my first exposure to the works of Schiff, are complexly woven through an intellectual depth, and the control of counterpoint and harmony, touching and often wounding the emotional breadth exposed through uncertain expressive outbursts, or better still, silence. Two particular variations are of note here, viz. Variation 15 and Variation 21. The 30 variations are divided into 10 group of each, with every group containing a brilliant virtuoso toccata-like piece, an elegant piece and a contrapuntal canon. The fifteenth variation is the music of the deepest sorrow and lamentation characterized by the slurred semiquavers sounding like sighs. It is in the final interval where the lowest G in the bass joins forces with the highest D in soprano, spreading over a canvas of four and a half octaves, which implies extreme desolation and emptiness between heaven and earth. Silence follows, yet again. Variation 21 is passionate, but about despair, with the bass line’s chromaticism suggesting a wild storm having already built up. In other words, this variation is a fall from daylight into the darkness of an abyss, and complements the 15th Variation with the canon at the 7th and in G minor. With the Goldberg Variations, Schiff hits the peak of Bach’s compositional vocabulary, but is unfortunately criticized for slowing the momentum with obscure rhythmic profiling while toying with the contrapuntal. But the live performance in 2001 far outscores the Decca Recordings of 1983, and is considered his finest rendition, thanks to a clear articulation without using the sustaining pedal.
As regards Mozart, Schiff has attained a near flawless interpretation of Mozart’s sonatas and concertos, both as a soloist and as a conductor. His clarity on the nuances of every note revealing he richness of Mozart’s music is a definitive profundity into the Maestro’s musical insight. With Beethoven, Schiff had a deliberate delay in picking up and playing. He attributes this late-coming to staying true to Beethoven’s original manuscripts that allowed him to play at a tempi aligning with Beethoven’s, despite the variations in speed. But crucially, Schiff brings in the eloquence and expressions of the use of left hand thus scaling depths, and remaining honest to his own human and emotional journey, through the travails of politics and the changing soundscapes of classical canon. This is important to note as many of his former teachers, with whom he learnt structural language of composition had to leave their home country of Hungary after suffering through the iron curtain. While, he met many of them, including Vegh, the damage had become irreparable, which is further compounded by the fact that Viktor Orbán runs the country seeking to make Hungary an ideological centre for an international conservative movement, a deeply problematic development waiting to explode.