Timpani have done Ropartz 
                proud and there is still plenty more 
                to come. The present disc had slipped 
                into the background when the arrival 
                of volume 2 of the symphonies and volume 
                1 of the string quartets reminded me 
                that it needed to be tackled.
              
              
As Michel Fleury points 
                out in his booklet notes, Ropartz at 
                one time was undecided between the literary 
                and musical careers. Even after his 
                appointment to the Nancy Conservatoire 
                his music often drew on literary subjects. 
                Such is the case here.
              
              
The incidental music 
                to Pêcheur d'Islande 
                was written for a stage production 
                of Pierre Lôti's book. While it 
                is a pity that Timpani did not give 
                us the complete music here is a suite 
                of three substantial movements. The 
                first La Mer d'Islande has a 
                sinister lapping ostinato. There are 
                no crashing waves or gale-lacerated 
                cliff-tops this time. The mood lies 
                somewhere between Rachmaninov's Isle 
                of the Dead, Bax's Tintagel, 
                Sibelius's En Saga (3:04) and 
                Franck's Psyché. The villageoise 
                style Les Danses smacks of dances 
                on the village green echoing the rustic 
                pleasures of Vaughan Williams' Hugh 
                the Drover and of Howard Hanson's 
                maypole dances in the opera Merry 
                Mount. The music here is dedicated 
                to Franck. Ropartz returned to Icelandic 
                scenery for his opera Le Pays splendidly 
                recorded by Timpani 
               
              review. 
              
              
The Rhapsodie 
                for cello and orchestra proceeds: 
                lento, allegro, vivo. 
                There is no doubting Ropartz's warm 
                late-romantic credentials. That first 
                section is Delian and has the same instinctive 
                natural effect as Cras's Legende, 
                also for the same forces. The emotional 
                temperature can be equated with that 
                of the Bax and Moeran cello concertos 
                - especially the Moeran. Had Ropartz 
                written this work in the 1900s I am 
                sure there would have been more lento 
                than vivo. as it is this 
                work is ebullient yet borne up by the 
                mystical Celtic element. Indeed in the 
                lento the mood reaches across 
                the Manche to John Ireland's Forgotten 
                Rite and Legend. 
              
              
In 1914 Ropartz responded 
                to a Théâatre Français 
                commission for extensive music for a 
                four act verse adaptation of Sophocles 
                Oedipus at Colonnus. He 
                obliged with nineteen separate pieces 
                and made a suite including the Preludes 
                to acts 1, 2 and 3. Between them comes 
                The Entry of Theseus and The 
                Lament. The first Prelude has 
                a drooping sigh characteristic of much 
                of Bernard Herrmann's film music (1:40). 
                This is music of heavy melancholy tipping 
                over into tragedy. The Entry of Theseus 
                begins with stern antiphonal brass 
                fanfares, solemn and grand, offset with 
                a limping Borodin-style march (1:03) 
                that just occasionally sounds like Walton. 
                The trembling warmth of the second act 
                prelude recalls Foulds’ April-England 
                and even more so Frank Bridge's 
                ecstatic Summer. The Lament 
                is suitably blanched and desolate 
                with a faintly Bachian edge. The final 
                Prelude is a swashbuckling affair with 
                valiant fanfares and even a momentary 
                hint or two of Debussy's La Mer.
              
              
The outstandingly detailed 
                and poetically informed notes are by 
                the tireless Michel Fleury. As usual 
                the translation by John Tyler Tuttle 
                reads extremely well.
              
              
This disc again satisfyingly 
                closes yet more loopholes in the Ropartz 
                catalogue and does so with conviction.
              
              
Ropartz is showcased 
                here as a writer of music of character 
                both dreamy and decisive. 
              
Rob Barnett