What it is to be multi-talented. 
                The Russian composer Lera Auerbach is 
                making a name for herself not only as 
                prolific composer and very fine pianist 
                but also as a poet. Why write poetry 
                and music? They say that one appeals 
                to the left side of the brain; the other 
                to the right. It’s also true that where 
                words end music begins. With words you 
                can, if you wish, be direct; music can 
                be and often is ambiguous. 
              
 
              
Freely formed poetry 
                is not as common as freely formed music. 
                Anything with a title such as ‘Dreams’ 
                offers a composer a free hand. Rhyming 
                poetry and music entitled ‘Fugue’ offers 
                a composer a straitjacket, which can 
                in itself be a creative stimulus or 
                a nuisance. Creative people need space 
                to manoevre and yet need also a framework 
                and architecture to prevent rambling 
                or repetition. 
              
 
              
How I would love to 
                read some of Lera Auerbach’s poetry. 
                Has any been translated? If the dark 
                and mysterious music is anything to 
                go by perhaps her poetry may be similar 
                to that of Anna Akhmatova (d.1966), 
                another dark and brooding Russian. 
              
 
              
It would be good to 
                see Lera Auerbach perform. She uses 
                the whole piano and clearly loves vast, 
                sonic spaces as well as contrasts between 
                extreme registers. Her long hair, as 
                she darts around the keyboard, would 
                add to the spectacle - she is glamorously 
                featured on the booklet - rather like 
                Jacqueline du Pré. 
              
 
              
What a productive year 
                she had in 1999. The 24 preludes are 
                op. 41 and the ‘Ten Dreams’ are op. 
                45. What came in between? I haven’t 
                been able to discover. She must compose 
                quickly. Perhaps the poetry is written 
                alongside the music. How does she find 
                time to do other things: love and live? 
                Yet surely music comes out of loving 
                and living. Yes, I know, so many questions. 
                But why not; that is in the nature of 
                this extraordinary composer to provoke 
                questions but not to provide answers. 
              
 
              
Auerbach traces through 
                the twenty-four keys, the cycle of fifths 
                like Bach and Chopin – C major followed 
                by A minor then G major and E minor. 
                But these are surely - and it must be 
                remembered that I don’t have access 
                to the scores - only tonal centres. 
                For example No. 7 in A major has definite 
                melody acting as the ‘A’ section in 
                the ternary structure but the ‘B’ section 
                is tonally very ambiguous. Indeed it 
                can be difficult to tell the difference 
                between a Prelude, said to be in a key 
                and one of the ‘Ten Dreams’ for which 
                no key is stated. Added to that, each 
                piece, a Prelude or a Dream, is a miniature, 
                the longest movement being the last 
                Prelude in D minor at over five minutes 
                bringing the cycle to a satisfactory 
                conclusion. The average length of a 
                Prelude is not much more than two minutes. 
              
 
              
The opening prelude 
                sets the sonic space. A vast and wild 
                chord, top and bottom, then jagged lines 
                and arpeggios; but C major? It’s not 
                easy to find the key. 
              
 
              
The first Dream sets 
                another agenda. The ‘Allegro ma non 
                troppo’ is said to be ‘As in a nightmare’. 
                But most of the Dreams have a similar 
                soundworld. The word ‘misterioso’ is 
                a favourite, but not only in the Dreams; 
                also in the Preludes. Fast music is 
                exceptional and where it comes it is 
                short-winded. The A minor Prelude swings 
                through vast scales but for just sixty 
                seconds. The F# sharp prelude is marked 
                Presto; its violence is over after just 
                sixty-seven seconds. A spent force, 
                worked out? Or is the composer unable 
                or unwilling to sustain the mood. 
              
 
              
The ninth Dream is 
                a mixture ‘Allegro (but) misterioso’. 
                It’s fast and deep. The bass clef throws 
                off a brief melody then there are over 
                forty repetitions of a broad and ecstatic 
                chord. The next movement, marked Allegro, 
                seems to be going in a different direction 
                but those hammering chords come again 
                only a minute into the Dream like a 
                recurrent nightmare. 
              
 
              
The Chorale, Fugue 
                and Postlude show the composer in another 
                light again. This is a formal structure 
                with historical baggage. Of course J.S. 
                Bach is alluded to again. This time, 
                at over twelve minutes and its three 
                sections inter-connected, we find Auerbach 
                making a grandiloquent statement. Vast 
                tonal harmonies are contrasted in the 
                ‘Chorale’ with massive chord clusters 
                again utilizing the entire keyboard. 
                The music hammers at you, shouts at 
                you and is then almost apologetic in 
                its solitude. The ensuing Fugue is quite 
                strict and formal with a chromatic melody 
                reminiscent of Shostakovich. The shorter 
                Postlude gently winds up the composition. 
              
 
              
So, am I impressed 
                with this music? Yes. Is this an important 
                CD? Yes. Do I like it? No. For some 
                reason I find that it does not appeal. 
                The moods are always dark. The composer 
                realizes also that she can make an impression 
                by sheer power and by extraordinary 
                contrast which are not always logical. 
                It is disturbing and keeps me at arms 
                length, never inviting me in, not even 
                in sections where an attempt to lure 
                with something approaching a key or 
                a conventional tune is made. Warmth 
                is difficult to find, but fear lies 
                at its heart. 
              
 
              
First-class recording 
                accompanied by and a wonderfully waffly 
                booklet note that manages to say nothing 
                in lots of exotic sentences. 
              
              
                  
Gary Higginson