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            Georges ENESCU 
              (1881–1955)  
              String Octet in C, op.7 (1900) (orchestral version by Lawrence Foster) 
              [40:54]  
              Violin Sonata No.3 in D, Dans le charactère populaire roumaine, 
              op.25 (1925) [23:07]  
                
              Monte Carlo Philharmonic Orchestra/Lawrence Foster (Octet)  
              Valeriy Sokolov (violin), Svetlana Kosenko (piano) (Sonata)  
              rec. 7–12 January 2008, Auditorium Rainier III, Monaco DDD  
                
              VIRGIN CLASSICS 5129312  [65:01]   
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                Enescu’s String Octet is a big work in one movement, 
                  where the whole structure completes a sonata form movement; 
                  the opening Très modéré constitutes the exposition, the 
                  Très fougueux is a scherzo, the Lentement the 
                  development and the final Mouvement de valse bien rythmé 
                  is the recapitulation. This is exactly what Schönberg attempted 
                  in his 1st String Quartet some 
                  four years later. The Octet is richly and thickly scored, 
                  and, as an octet, it poses many problems of balance. With that 
                  in mind, I wonder why Lawrence Foster chose to orchestrate the 
                  work. Foster is a well known exponent of Enescu’s music, and 
                  has recorded the three Symphonies, Vox maris, the Chamber 
                  Symphony and much else, including the opera Oedipe, 
                  and he has given excellent performances of these works. However, 
                  the Octet is another matter. Foster uses a big string 
                  section and there is a constant feeling of muddiness, on account 
                  of there simply being too many players. Some works transcribe 
                  easily from one medium to another – Beethoven’s own version 
                  of his 2nd Symphony for piano 
                  trio or any of Ravel’s orchestrations of his own piano works. 
                  There are many more which totally resist transcription – Alkan’s 
                  Symphonie and Concerto for solo piano, for instance, 
                  and this Octet. There is one other problem. The room 
                  in which the Octet was recorded is a richly reverberant 
                  space and this does the Octet no favours when it comes 
                  to trying to follow the argument. In all honesty, with such 
                  good Enescu recordings to his credit, I wonder how, and why, 
                  Foster made this miscalculation.  
                   
                  The 3rd Violin Sonata, subtitled 
                  In the character of Roumanian popular style, is imbued 
                  with the spirit of a country fiddler. Enescu has caught the 
                  very spirit of the gypsy; the Sonata is a homage to the 
                  gypsy and to his music. Many violinists have attempted this 
                  work, and many have failed to understand the music and get to 
                  the heart of the work. The best of all the recordings was by 
                  Enescu himself. He understands the hallucinatory, improvisational, 
                  quality of the inspiration and allows himself time to play each 
                  phrase, using rubato freely and expressively, in a real folk 
                  manner. The nearest to Enescu, for my money, is André Gertler 
                  on an old Supraphon LP (SUA 10483). Valeriy Sokolov is a very 
                  fine player but he approaches this work with too light a hand, 
                  which leaves the music without any heart or real power. One 
                  wants more than a mere reading of the notes. The recording is 
                  better than that given to the Octet, and it is bright 
                  and clear, but this doesn’t make up for some rather bland playing. 
                   
                   
                  I cannot recommend this disk. Sokolov and Foster fail to penetrate 
                  to the heart of this elusive music.  
                   
                  Bob Briggs 
                  
                  
               
             
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