In the 1940 
                      edition of Grove’s Dictionary of Music and Musicians, 
                      Paul David contributes a column-length entry on Henryk Wieniawski, 
                      almost all of which is devoted to his career as a violinist, 
                      from his days as a child prodigy, through the years of touring, 
                      his time as solo-violinist to the Tsar, in St. Petersburg, 
                      and all the way through to his last tour, undertaken when 
                      in ill-health. This gives rise to a bizarre anecdote: “During 
                      a concert which he gave in Berlin, he was suddenly seized 
                      by a spasm and compelled to stop in the middle of a concerto. 
                      Joachim, who happened to be in the audience, without much 
                      hesitation stepped on to the platform, took up Wieniawski’s 
                      fiddle, and finished the programme amid the enthusiastic 
                      applause of an audience delighted by so spontaneous an act 
                      of good fellowship”. Only at the very end of this account 
                      of Wieniawski the virtuoso does Wieniawski the composer 
                      get any kind of mention. In its entirety, David’s account 
                      of his work as a composer reads as follows: “His compositions 
                      – two concertos, a number of fantasias, pičces de salon, 
                      and some studies – are not of much importance, though much 
                      played”.    
                    “Not of much 
                      importance”, certainly, in the grand musical scheme of things, 
                      and one dreads to think of the consequences of living on 
                      a musical diet entirely made up of such sweetmeats. But 
                      so long as over-indulgence is avoided, there’s no reason 
                      not to enjoy the best of Wieniawski’s “pičces de salon”. 
                      They have of course long been the plaything of virtuosos, 
                      from Heifetz to Ositrakh, Ricci to Perlman. Here two of 
                      Wieniawski’s larger morceaux are played by the excellent 
                      young Polish violinist Patrycja Piekutowska. Though there 
                      is no doubting the security of her technique, she resists 
                      any temptation to indulge in mere flashiness. The G minor 
                      tune in the first section of the Légende is played 
                      with a serious wistfulness and the middle section is persuasively 
                      optimistic. Piekutowska and Wolanin’s performance of the 
                      reprise is genuinely touching, in a sentimental kind of 
                      way. The Polonaise brillante in A major, written 
                      some eighteen years after Wieniawski’s other better known 
                      Polonaise, in D major, was one of the composer’s 
                      last compositions of any substance. This is a longer piece, 
                      which certainly has its moments of ‘brilliance’ – not least 
                      in the famous staccato which, to borrow some words from 
                      Agnieszka Jeż’s booklet notes, “spans 18 notes played 
                      in a single move of the bow (plus trills)”. As Jeż 
                      dryly observes, “it was not without reason that it was dubbed 
                      a ‘devilish’ staccato”. Such technical problems – though 
                      they seem to be no problem to Piekutowska – are set in a 
                      generally very elegant musical frame. Nothing digs very 
                      deep, and it is all perhaps something of a ‘period’ taste 
                      – but Piekutowska and Wolanin certainly put forward the 
                      music’s limited claims very persuasively.
                    Józef, the younger 
                      brother, seems always to have been the less ‘glamorous’ 
                      of the pair. He too was a gifted child; he too won prizes, 
                      in extreme youth, at the Paris Conservatoire. He toured 
                      with his older brother for several years. But less extrovert, 
                      perhaps less ambitious for fame, Józef took little of the 
                      limelight. With the passage of time he seems largely to 
                      have faded from sight. The same edition of Grove 
                      quoted above says this – in total, in an unsigned paragraph 
                      – about him: “brother of the above, was an eminent pianist, 
                      trained at the Paris Conservatoire and with Liszt at Weimar. 
                      He toured much with his brother, held a professorship at 
                      the Moscow Conservatoire ad later at the Brussels Conservatoire. 
                      He was the composer of some chamber music and pianoforte 
                      music”. This time the compositions don’t even merit a judgement 
                      or the most rudimentary of listings. I cannot remember that 
                      I have ever previously heard anything by Józef Wieniawski. 
                      On the evidence of this thoroughly interesting Sonata, we 
                      certainly ought to hear some more of his work. The sonata 
                      has a certain unpompous grandeur of conception, its four 
                      fairly lengthy movements marked allegro moderato – andante 
                      religiosos – scherzo; allegro molto vivace e gioioso – allegro 
                      appassionato ma non troppo presto. There is some decidedly 
                      fine writing here, not least in the strikingly beautiful 
                      andante. The third and fourth movements feature some particularly 
                      inventive interplay between violin and piano and some very 
                      effective, and often quite abrupt, changes of mood. The 
                      piece, heard whole, is of unexpectedly high quality. Never 
                      having heard any other performance, and having no score, 
                      I can only say that Piekutowska and Wolanin give what sounds 
                      like very good performance – if there is even more to the 
                      piece than they find in it, I would be even more surprised!
                    So, a rewarding 
                      and enjoyable CD, on which the best music comes from the 
                      lesser known of the two brothers.
                    
                Glyn Pursglove  
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