Music to listen to when you've broken up with a precious friend

Forget music of triumph over suffering, or Mahler's neurotic pain — here's a Beethoven piece of beauty without consolation

14 December 2013

9:00 AM

14 December 2013

9:00 AM

Beethoven’s Hammerklavier Sonata is thrilling and brain-twisting. Its nickname derives from the fact that it was published as a sonata ‘for the hammer-action keyboard’, which just means a piano. But the notion of hammering suits this work. It’s his longest sonata — a late one, No. 29 in B flat, Op. 106 — and a mighty piece of machinery. I’ve been listening to it for 40 years and I’m not even close to grasping its details. It’s far more of a mental puzzle than the sublime last trio of sonatas, Opp. 109–111, whose construction is less tortuous.

The Hammerklavier has been in and out of my CD player a lot recently, for two reasons. I’ll explain later. If you don’t know the work, let me give you my version of the plot, as it were.

The sonata begins with an explosion: a fusillade of descending thirds that Beethoven originally wrote, years earlier, to be sung to the words ‘Vivat, vivat Rudolphus!’ — the opening fanfare to a never-completed brown-nosing cantata in honour of his patron Archduke Rudolf. In the words of the pianist and scholar Charles Rosen, the writing exhibits ‘a determination and fury previously unheard in music’. Also, Beethoven’s metronome mark requires a supernatural technique. No wonder that most performers decide that it ‘works better’ if you play it a bit slower, ‘allowing the detail to be heard’ — and, anyway, the old boy was deaf so probably misjudged the metronome.

Then there’s a snatched scherzo, also brutally fast, with a flurry in the middle that sounds like the piano accompaniment to a silent movie in which the heroine is tied to a railway track.

The slow movement is an Adagio sostenuto in F sharp minor, described by one 18th-century poet as ‘a gloomy key: it tugs at passion like a dog biting a dress. Resentment and discontent are its language.’ The main melody is one of the subtlest Beethoven ever wrote, treading as softly as a panther. Over the course of 20 minutes, it develops in baffling ways, alternating between major and minor, richly decorated but veiled and aloof, despite the marking con gran’espressione. It’s hard to hear the structure unless you follow the score — but perhaps we’re supposed to feel lost.

There follows a surreal interlude in which the pianist’s hands wander over the keyboard, as if groping for inspiration — an astonishingly avant-garde effect for 1818. Then Beethoven plunges into his finale, a fugue of dizzying chromatic patterns. Just getting the notes right is beyond the powers of many soloists, at least in live performance. A few years ago, I heard a famous Beethoven interpreter slam down the sustaining pedal and hope for the best. Yikes. And even that was less scrambled than Artur Schnabel’s 1935 recording, politely described as an ‘approximation’. On the other hand, Beethoven offers countless routes through the maze of the fugue, so every pianist who arrives safely — I’d single out Solomon, Brendel and Pollini — has created an individual masterpiece.

My first reason for listening to the Hammerklavier is a sad one. Perhaps I’m ‘over-sharing’, but this year one of my most precious friendships ended messily. My theory is that we tend to seek out music to match our moods, rather than change them. When we’re bereaved, or a relationship breaks up, many of us opt for masochistic sentimentality (‘our song’). But the gloom caused by an avoidable but irreversible falling-out is meaningless. Music of neurotic pain — say, the first movement of Mahler’s Ninth — doesn’t fit the bill. Neither does music of hope or triumph over suffering. I suppose I could get stuck into one of those bleak three-hour slow movements by Shostakovich, but life’s too short.

No: the match for my mood is the Adagio sostenuto of the Hammerklavier — the epitome of beauty without consolation. Or, to put it another way, life sucks and then you die, but here’s something amazing to listen to while you contemplate that.

And the other reason? There’s a new Hammerklavier in town, and my God it’s good. Igor Levit, a Russian-German pianist born in 1987, damn him, has recorded the last five Beethoven piano sonatas for Sony Classics. His playing is marked by purity, delicacy, polyphonic voicing — and so much technique in reserve that you suspect he could play that fugue with one hand. As for the slow movement, there may be some quirks of rubato but never has the thermostat been turned down so low. This is an intellectually stimulating reading that conveys nothing beyond hopelessness. Perfect.

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  • Pudding on my Top Hat

    But Damian, Phil prefers Mrs. Mills

    • Doggie Roussel

      You really are the most trite, wittering motor-mouth… do they provide sense of humour by-passes in Tel Aviv ?

      • Pudding on my Top Hat

        Sanctimony AKA sailorbilly AKA Doggie Roussel, I’m surprised you are not Banned on here, like you are on the Daily Telegraph

        • Doggie Roussel

          Only Sanctimony or Doggie Roussel…. and you… too many to count, as has been pointed out by many others than myself.

          Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas

          I know you love Latin.


          • Pudding on my Top Hat

            no I prefer Ballroom

            and BTW what an ugly mug , I’m sure I saw an it on an FBI wanted poster

          • Doggie Roussel

            With your every utterance your credibility diminishes.

          • Doggie Roussel

            I see that someone called Sanctity is putting you straight on Mr T’s blog…

            I can 100% assure you that it’s not me or Sanctimony…

            His points are finely made, but I’m afraid that he has a different style and phraseology to myself… you have obviously p….d off someone else in cyberspace… so you’ll just have to keep thrashing around and guessing.

        • Jackthesmilingblack

          So many Internet correspondents have been banned from the Telegraph that it`s become a type of accolade. Right, Damian?

  • Doggie Roussel

    While bending my knee to the genius and exquisite music of Beethoven, I would challenge anyone to find a more romantic piece of music than Mozart’s Piano concerto no.21 in C major… It has been much plagiarised & copied in Hollywood blockbusters etc… but the magic is still there.

    It encapsulates longing, despair and ultimately awful tragedy and numbs me every time that I listen to it.

    For all the dire torments of his life, to me, much of Beethoven’s music conveys much doom and finality, laced with Teutonic earnestness.

    Mozart, blessed with astonishing genius, often lapsed into frivolity and playfulness, but his genius is always apparent.

    Reading at the moment a life of Thomas Jefferson, I see that he met Mozart and while being in thrall to his musical skills & genius, disliked him personally and thus did not continue with a composition in honour of his (Jefferson’s) recently deceased wife.

    The anomalies and contradictions of Jefferson’s life and achievements are another of life’s great enigmas.

    • Jambo25

      I agree with you on not much else but I certainly agree with you on this. I know it’s me but I find the piano music of Beethoven and Schubert very resistable. Bach, Haydn and Mozart, on the other hand, are wonderful. Listen to Glenn Gould playing the aria of the 1955 ‘Goldbergs’ recording.

      Howrever, for me, it’s got to be the late Mozart Piano concerti. From about 20 onwards.

  • wchancellor

    >>”…It’s far more of a mental puzzle than the sublime last trio of sonatas, Opp. 109–111, whose construction is less tortuous.”

    A brave statement? I’m unsure, but suggest Alfred Brendel and Maurizio Pollini might challenge the thought.

    Why did Beethoven not write a third movement to the Opus 111 Sonata? It is worth discussing, no? The last bars of this composition are most certainly intended as closure,no?

    Or was Beethoven just a little too deep into his own realm of dark spirits in these later works for you to connect?