Those who have seen The Pianist 
                  or read the book upon which the film was based will surely be 
                  interested in this well thought-out three-disc set, with extensive 
                  notes written by the artist’s son. Seen by the Polish regime 
                  as merely a composer of “light” music - and, being such, a composer 
                  that didn’t need to be credited - Szpilman toured widely and 
                  also composed some serious music, one example of which is included 
                  here, a movement of his until-recently lost toccatina. 
                  Some of his other works are on another Sony Classical disc: 
                  SK 93516.
                Gleaned from the Polish radio archives, 
                  each disc focuses on a facet of Szpilman’s career as a musician: 
                  as soloist, as performer with his friend Bronislaw Gimpel, and 
                  as founding member of the Warsaw Quintet. Being archive recordings, 
                  the quality does vary widely, with the Warsaw Quintet disc faring 
                  the best. The Schumann quintet is sensitively played, and paired 
                  with the unfamiliar G-minor quintet of Zarebski; this is the 
                  world premiere recording. The Zarebski, a Romantic composition 
                  by a little-known master pupil of Liszt, has a driving scherzo 
                  movement that calls forth his teacher and Beethoven both. It 
                  is a work that was a pleasant surprise, especially the gorgeous 
                  slow movement; an undulating barcarolle of a piece that is an 
                  underplayed gem.
                Faring less well in sound quality are 
                  the violin and piano pieces with Gimpel. Beethoven’s Spring 
                  sonata Op. 24 has the violin far too prominently placed, and 
                  the tone is nasal throughout. The playing is done well, and 
                  there are some surprises here as well — the Pastorale and Dance 
                  Op. 39 of Karol Rathaus is a showpiece, as is Obertas 
                  by Wieniawski. The Rathaus, an enjoyable piece that brings to 
                  mind much of the best music of the 1930s for violin, suffers 
                  from balance issues. Again, the violin is too prominently placed. 
                  In order for the piano to be heard well enough, the volume level 
                  of the violin, especially in sforzando and forte 
                  passages in the upper register, becomes uncomfortable.
                Disc one focuses on solo piano broadcasts 
                  from 1946 to 1950, the earlier recordings among the first post-war 
                  Polish broadcasts. Chopin is, of course, presented, but here, 
                  as on the other discs, a wide range of the known and unusual 
                  is to be found. His Prokofiev 7th sonata is assured 
                  and fluent, the playing angular; the last precipitato 
                  movement played slightly slower than the hallmark performances 
                  of the piece by Horowitz. Here the focus is more on the structure 
                  of the piece rather than as a program-closing barnburner. I 
                  feel the Horowitz interpretation is more enjoyable, but Szpilman’s 
                  viewpoint is an interesting one.
                Another great surprise is the second sonata 
                  of Grazyna Bacewicz, a piece informed at the same time by Chopin 
                  and Hindemith — the first movement flirts repeatedly with a 
                  waltz but is taken over by agitato passages before quieting 
                  down into a piece of uneasy beauty.
                There are many great moments here, not 
                  simply a survey of vintage recordings of works firmly ensconced 
                  in the usual canon of “pieces to play”. Szpilman took risks 
                  in his playing as he did in life, and we are fortunate to have 
                  this collection, with some of these works available nowhere 
                  else.
                David Blomenberg
                see also Review 
                  by Jonathan Woolf