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A Guide To The Music of Alfred Schnittke
A Guide To The Music of Alfred Schnittke
A Guide To The Music of Alfred Schnittke
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Tom Service
Mon 29 Apr 2013 16.12
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A defiant, even joyous, two fingers to the denizens of stylistic purity … Alfred Schnittke
The huge output of Russian composer Alfred Schnittke raises these sorts of
questions – and some even more profound ones about musical meaning and
historical signification. Take this monstrous music for example, his First
Symphony, during whose composition Schnittke coined the phrase
"polystylism" to cope with a musical aesthetic in which the kitchen sink is
just the start of what he chucks into his "symphonic" structure. On the
surface, you're listening to a large-scale, four-movement symphony that lasts
a Mahlerian 75 minutes or more, and which ought to be the heir to a
symphonic tradition whose immediate predecessor, in Russian music, is
Shostakovich. It's also a piece that should signal the start of the mature
composer's style, written when Schnittke was in his mid-30s. But what you
actually hear is an hour-and-a-quarter-long pile-up of musical quotations
and strange symphonic theatre. There are references – more like unabashed
thievings – to melodies and whole musical chunks from Tchaikovsky, from
Strauss and from Chopin; there's even a full-on jazz improvisation in the
middle of the second movement, a set for violin and piano; and the whole
thing is framed by an apocalyptic version of Haydn's Farewell Symphony.
The players come on to the stage during the opening few minutes of the
symphony and they troop off during the final movement leaving a solo
violinist playing Haydn's symphony, only to reassemble to play a gigantic
unison C as the symphony's conclusion. But this is more than a music-
historical joke. Had it lasted a mere 10 minutes or so, you could hear
Schnittke's mashup of the whole of western music as a sophisticated
symphonic gag, a parody of the end of history. But the sheer size of
Schnittke's symphony demands that you take it seriously. And just as he
does not limit himself to any single genre, style or period for his outrageous
symphonic pilferings, you have a range of options as to how you take this
piece.
You could hear it as one of the great embodiments of musical post-
modernism, a defiant and even joyous two fingers to the denizens of stylistic
purity who had held sway, in the West at least, during the immediate post-
war years. At the other extreme, you might feel that this symphony is among
the most nihilistic ever written: instead of even attempting an originality of
voice, instead of a belief in the possibility of musical renewal, all that
remains is to regurgitate the past as a grotesque cavalcade, an enterprise for
which the moniker "symphony" is nothing more than a cynical sticking-
plaster, since any pretence of "symphonic" coherence belongs to another
musical universe than the surreal space that this piece creates.
I'm not sure. I think Schnittke's First Symphony (he wrote eight, left a ninth
unfinished at his death, and there's a Bruckner-style symphony number zero
that he didn't acknowledge as part of his canon) is probably both, neither,
and more than either of those extreme interpretations. Above all, it's a
thrilling and disturbing musical riot if you ever have the chance to hear it
live. But it's also a fragment – albeit a massive, hulking planetoid of a
fragment – of the whole of Schnittke's catalogue of orchestral, vocal,
chamber, theatre and film music, all written in his 63 short years, the last of
them scarred by the series of strokes that would end his life in 1998.
So if it's not in the Concerto Grosso, perhaps Schnittke's real voice is music
like this, his Concerto for Mixed Chorus, composed in the mid-1980s, music
that strips back any playing in the mud of music history to make an avowedly
spiritual statement, a piece that confirms Schnittke as a composer of some of
the most important religious music of the late 20th century (born to an
atheist Russian Jewish father in 1934, he converted to Roman Catholicism in
1982). You can hear the same essentially devout spirit animating the Fourth
Symphony, especially its final few minutes, a setting of the Ave Maria that
Schnittke wanted to bring together Jewish, Orthodox, Catholic and Lutheran
ideas and musics.
In his last years, Schnittke composed some of his most austere music, which
seems, on the surface, to be the distillation of his life in music, and a radical
simplification of its means and methods: listen, for example, to the last
movement of the Eighth Symphony, or any of the Ninth, deciphered from
Schnittke's handwriting: because of the strokes he suffered, he was forced to
write with his left hand. Is this, as Gerard McBurney thinks, the Schnittke
whose music will prove the test of time, or will it be his more notorious
polystylistic pieces that will continue to be heard as the heart of his
achievement? Your idea of the real Schnittke will differ from mine, or from
anyone else's for that matter; the real legacy of Schnittke's music lies
precisely in its multidimensional exploration of what musical truth in the
20th century might be, from chaotic polystylism to heartfelt spirituality –
and everything in between.
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