Simone Dinnerstein begins her program with the minor-key partita, 
                  and leaves the major-key one for the end, thus traveling from 
                  shade to light. Between these we hear one of the sets of Schubert’s 
                  Impromptus. The two worlds are brought closer together. 
                    
                  The concept of this album was inspired by Philip Larkin’s 
                  poem The Trees, and especially by the line The trees 
                  are coming into leaf / Like something almost being said. 
                  That’s what Dinnerstein hears in these works: the music 
                  almost equals words in eloquence. I expect this album to raise 
                  controversial reactions from listeners: those more “educated” 
                  may call her playing mannered and self-indulgent, while those 
                  more open-minded might say it’s inspired and eye-opening. 
                  I am with the latter group, and enjoyed this disc a lot. Its 
                  gains outweigh its shortcomings. 
                    
                  From the opening Sinfonia of the Second Partita, 
                  one hears the defining trait of Dinnerstein’s interpretation: 
                  it is simple but expressive, expressive in every note. The piano 
                  sound is beautiful, like little lamenting bells. All voices 
                  in the fugue are clearly heard. Her Allemande is slow, 
                  almost in a sarabande tempo, and instead of lively coolness 
                  we get an intimate soliloquy, more spiritual than dance-like. 
                  On the other hand, her Courante is agile and fluid, with 
                  a beautiful pattern of ornamentation. The Sarabande is 
                  very slow and loses any reference to a dance, especially after 
                  a light rubato is added; this is a pensive, tranquil 
                  aria. Rondeau and Capriccio are brisk and sharp, 
                  with almost Glenn Gould-ish articulation and drive. Despite 
                  the minor key, the pianist brings out smiles and happiness, 
                  and projects the feeling of rolling forward with wind in the 
                  face. The performance is gripping. 
                    
                  Dinnerstein lays out the first Impromptu with thick and 
                  dramatic colors, losing the mysterious qualities of this music. 
                  This is a big Romantic ballad of almost Lisztian grandeur. It 
                  is a big-boned reading - and a bit heavy. Her second Impromptu 
                  is shaded. In its middle section, the pianist employs a weird 
                  torn and “stumbling” rhythm, and I don’t like 
                  it. It is disturbing. Maybe the idea was to highlight the contrast 
                  between the flying, Ariel of the outer parts and the rough Caliban 
                  of the middle part and coda, but the result seems to be coarser 
                  than needed. The third Impromptu is very Lisztian, a precursor 
                  of all his Consolations and Liebesträume. 
                  Dinnerstein plays it like a beautiful Nocturne, with emotional 
                  depth and a soft glow. She handles the dynamic changes very 
                  naturally and effectively, and the result is as lovely as it 
                  can be. The fourth Impromptu combines Chopin’s waltzing 
                  lightness with yearning saudade which is pure Schubert. 
                  In her hands, the music is not always airborne, and loses some 
                  of its lightness and charm in the outer, mercurial sections, 
                  together with the feeling of continuity. The inner part is tense 
                  and loaded with pathos and edge, as if it was written by Schumann. 
                  
                    
                  Dinnerstein’s Prelude to the First Partita 
                  is atypically slow, about twice as slow as we may be used to. 
                  She sings it out, not dances it, and imbues it with dreamy serenity, 
                  showing its common traits with the Air on G String. Her 
                  Allemande is bright morning music, not too busy, with 
                  some degree of relaxation and organ-like spaciousness. Courante 
                  is quite fast and bouncy, with Baroque precision. This is active, 
                  Vivaldian summer-music, with thunder never too far away. Dinnerstein’s 
                  Sarabande is solemn yet expressive. This is timeless 
                  meditation, soothing and relaxing. The Minuet is more 
                  gentle than playful, which is a pity, since much of its appeal 
                  is in this playfulness. Also, the left hand is subdued, which 
                  leads to a flatter picture. Minuet II is very slow. I 
                  cannot see the logic of this. The pianist does not observe the 
                  da capo marking and does not repeat Minuet I. 
                  Her Gigue is much romanticized, and sounds like another 
                  Schubert’s impromptu. As a result, its structure, which 
                  is based on forward-flying speed to make it not fall apart, 
                  is sometimes hanging loose. On the other hand, it provides a 
                  good, unifying ending to the entire disc. 
                    
                  Overall, the program is played with love and tenderness; it 
                  is an expressive, emotional reading. This is one of the cases 
                  when it is probably wrong to grade each track separately, as 
                  together they form a whole and harmonious structure. While I 
                  had reservations about separate parts, they all play their role 
                  in the big picture, which has sense and proportion. Listening 
                  to the entire disc leaves me with the feeling of beautiful art, 
                  meaningful and intimate. Dinnerstein’s tone is silky throughout, 
                  and her playing is very personal, which is supported by a closely 
                  miked recording. The idea of putting Bach side by side with 
                  Schubert is imaginative, and the combination really works here. 
                  
                    
                  The Bach purists should avoid this disc: it will confront too 
                  many of their opinions on how this music is supposed to be played. 
                  It will appeal to listeners who are more interested in the music 
                  touching their heart than in it sounding “right”. 
                  This record will probably not replace your favorites in either 
                  of the works, but it provides an interesting personal view. 
                  And make no mistake, there is magic here.  
                  
                  Oleg Ledeniov