Complete editions seem to be the norm nowadays, especially in 
                  the case of Debussy’s piano music, so it’s refreshing 
                  to be able to welcome an old-fashioned recital, particularly 
                  one as successful as this. Angela Hewitt has chosen a well balanced 
                  programme, and writes comprehensively about it in a most readable 
                  booklet essay that includes many snippets of information that 
                  I hadn’t come across before. This being Hyperion, the 
                  presentation is so comprehensive that you can read it in French 
                  or German as well if you feel so inclined. The recording, in 
                  a lightly reverberant church acoustic, is just the job. 
                    
                  Children’s Corner opens with the spoof piano exercise 
                  “Doctor Gradus ad Parnassum”, and it’s a very 
                  diligent pupil playing here, very fast, regular and accurate 
                  in the opening semiquavers. I wish I had pupils like that! As 
                  the young player’s mind starts to wander, and the fingers 
                  start to wander, Hewitt doesn’t quite achieve the uncanny, 
                  almost cinematographic realism of Michelangeli (DG, 1971), but 
                  then, who does? Michelangeli is similarly magical when Jimbo 
                  finally dozes off at the end of the second piece, but Hewitt 
                  is no less persuasive in her own, more overtly expressive, way. 
                  The doll’s serenade is quite clipped, missing out on some 
                  of the tenderness perhaps, and there are comments to make about 
                  each of the remaining pieces, as this is a performance full 
                  of insight that frequently presents music that one has known 
                  and loved for many years in a new way. 
                    
                  Angela Hewitt writes that the Suite bergamasque has been 
                  a favourite of hers since she first played it at the age of 
                  fourteen. I was interested in this, because I have never quite 
                  been able to take to it. The titles of three of the four movements 
                  lead us to expect something along classical - even Baroque - 
                  lines, with the one remaining title, “Clair de Lune”, 
                  apparently the odd-man-out. To my ears, Angela Hewitt finds 
                  something close to the perfect balance between pure classical/Baroque 
                  sensibility and the opposing world of Commedia dell’arte 
                  represented by the second word of the title. The opening call 
                  to attention, for example, is broad and sonorous, Hewitt clearly 
                  ready to respect the composer’s rubato marking, 
                  but at signal points throughout the rest the articulation is 
                  crystal clear, aligned with a most subtle use of the pedal. 
                  The famous “Clair de Lune” is played without any 
                  excess sentiment, though nobody would ever call it “straight”. 
                  Overall, this is one of the finest performances, perhaps the 
                  finest performance, I have ever heard of this elusive work. 
                  
                    
                  “Limpid” is a word often applied to Debussy’s 
                  first Arabesque - usually meant as a compliment - and 
                  to performances of it. It’s a very good word, in all its 
                  varying senses, to apply to Hewitt’s performance of the 
                  outer passages, though she beautifully brings out the improvisatory 
                  character of the middle section also. The second Arabesque, 
                  quite different in character, and a more searching work, is 
                  just as successful, the moment of calm shortly before the end 
                  is exquisitely managed. Danse is an early, minor work, 
                  though as I have written elsewhere, minor Debussy is pretty 
                  much major nearly everybody else. Hewitt approaches it as a 
                  major, if slightly frivolous, work. Pour le piano has 
                  long been one of my favourite Debussy piano works, and once 
                  again Hewitt is on top form. The opening movement is properly 
                  imposing, and she is very sensitive indeed to the melancholy 
                  aspect of the central “Sarabande”. Her performance 
                  of the closing “Toccata” is very exciting indeed, 
                  but there is a fierceness about some of the louder passages 
                  that sent me back to my preferred reading, that by Tamás 
                  Vásáry (DG, 1969). Without sacrificing anything 
                  in the way of power, he gets closer, especially in the sonorous, 
                  exultant middle section, to Debussy’s ideal of “a 
                  piano without hammers”. 
                    
                  The great discovery of this recital for me was Masques, 
                  a piece that has unaccountably passed me by in a lifetime of 
                  studying Debussy’s piano music. It is a brilliant yet 
                  sombre masterpiece, and Angela Hewitt is the finest of advocates 
                  for it. She turns in a fizzing performance of another of my 
                  favourites, the magnificent L’isle joyeuse, and 
                  one which perfectly reflects her view of the piece as one “whose 
                  tremendous energy needs to be held slightly in check … 
                  before the outburst of unbounded joy.” There then follows 
                  a long pause - this disc can easily be heard and enjoyed in 
                  a single sitting - before the delicious, nostalgic, slightly 
                  tongue-in-cheek, but no less touching for all that, closing 
                  waltz, La plus que lente. 
                    
                  William Hedley