Fauré Centenary Concert 5, Wigmore Hall review - a final flight

As Steven Isserlis announced just before the final work, in more senses than one, of a five-day revelation, the 79 year old Fauré’s last letter told his wife that “at the moment I am well, very well, despite the little bout of fatigue which is caused by the end of the Quartet. I am happy with everything, and I should like everyone to be happy all around me, and everywhere”.

The world is an unhappier place than ever this morning, yet somehow that incandescent performance of a uniquely beautiful string quartet made things not so hard. Today there’s calm resignation, though that probably won’t, and shouldn’t, last. In the meantime, let’s celebrate what six good, supremely gifted people have given us, whether you were in the hall – as, alas, I was only able to be for the first and last concerts – or watching online (the treasury of Wigmore live performances on YouTube has hit new heights with these five peerless concerts).

Nothing is quite as straightforward as it seems even in Fauré's supposedly simpler pieces. Young Helene Bardac, aka "Dolly", must have been accomplished at an early age to play the four-hand arrangements of the eponymous Suite with her mentor. Harmonically, the six pieces are stamped with the composer's adventurousness, however subtle. Even the opening "Berceuse," still resonating for those of us old enough to remember radio's "Listen with Mother", takes some surprising excursions in its middle sequence. This still seems to be music about, more than for, children: "Tendresse" has a very adult perspective of heartbreaking love. Nevertheless Jeremy Denk and Connie Shih (pictured above) made light of it all in the best sense; no other pianists could go so effortlessly beneath the charming surface.

Denk introduced in his own inimitable narrative style three homages to the master from distinguished pupils on Fauré's 77th birthday, Not my place to go in to how you extract musical notes from the five letters of his name (the programme note should have done that). Suffice it to say that wizard Enescu wraps them in mystery, Ravel goes for an initially straightforward and lovely play on "Gabriel" as well as "Fauré" before conjuring magic himself, and Koechlin similarly mixes simplicity and complexity in a slightly more meandering way.

How does Fauré's late style avoid a sense of that meandering other than in a wholly positive sense? Does it defy analysis? At any rate, there was plenty of contrast in the balance between Isserlis and Shih for the Second, G minor, Cello Sonata of 1921: miraculous, seamless dialogues in the first and third movements, centre stage for long melodies from the cello in the second, where Isserlis pulled back into an almost disembodied incantation halfway through. He's been playing the work since he was 15, but he must keep finding ever more beneath its sphinx-like surface. Isserlis confessed that at one stage he didn't "get" the swansong String Quartet, that it was the performers' job to make as much as possible clear for the listener. At times this involves a kind of transcendental meditation, but you're aware, above all in the central Andante, of supernatural harmonies, a vision of climbing spiral staircases between earth and heaven that shimmer like the Aurora Borealis. Supply your own images: if this supposedly abstract music doesn't provoke them, I'd be surprised. How wonderful, too, that in the finale pizzicati comments on all that striving especially from second violin (Duval) and cello suggest there's still enough to tie the dying composer to the earth. Nothing matters in one sense, everything in another. No wonder Isserlis called this series the most rewarding challenge of his life: "it's all downhill from now on". I suspect not.

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