The
music of Dmitri Shostakovich has always been controversial, in different
ways. This Soviet-era Russian composer was the master of the big picture,
creator of large and complex works which summarised the human condition,
but also often seemed to be difficult and unapproachable. He had an
especially complicated relationship with the state authorities: at times
lauded and honoured for ''affirmative'' music which could portray Soviet
glory, and at other times threatened and reviled for being too pessimistic.
And this also affected perceptions of him in the international music
scene.
Thus,
in the West, Shostakovich was typically seen as a dissident composer,
whose music could be interpreted as an implicit critique of the Soviet
system. Indeed, such analyses proliferated and became not only the norm
but also almost mechanical in their approach, with certain symphonies
being programatically interpreted as describing particular events, or
suggesting his discomfiture with the yoke on his musical creativity
imposed by the state.
In a sense, therefore, appreciation of Shostakovich the composer was
very strongly determined by Cold War sensibilities in the West. When
that particular conflict disappeared from the public consciousness,
so to some extent, did interest in his music.
Yet there is now a quite a Shostakovich revival, as people realise that
the intricate dissonances, sharp percussion, evocative lyricism and
complex use of instrumentation that characterise Shostakovich's work
actually have much broader relevance. It emerges that Shostakovich was
a composer who captured the human condition in a way that remains startlingly
contemporary. It may be that his music speaks to us even more eloquently
today, in a world where so many certainties have evaporated and apocalyptic
visions of various kinds dominate the spirit of the times.
All this came to mind during a recent performance of Shostakovich's
Eighth Symphony by the Boston Symphony Orchestra. The concert itself
was probably emblematic of the ways the world has changed since Shostakovich
wrote his symphony in the summer of 1943. Within a splendid concert
hall in the WASP heartland of Boston, a highly skilled orchestra consisting
substantially of people of east Asian origin was conducted by a north
European (the Finnish conductor Paavo Berglund) for an audience dominated
by East European migrants rather than local residents of many generations
standing.
Just before the performance of Shostakovich, the orchestra had accompanied
a young violinist making her local debut, a remarkably talented young
German-Czech woman called Julia Fischer, who played a violin concerto
by Jean Sibelius. This was much more predictable programming, a satisfying
rendition of a well-known romantic work, by a beautiful and accomplished
musician. (It is increasingly the case, because of the convoluted yet
inexorable workings of the international classical music industry, that
the acclaimed violinists of today are inevitably attractive young women
who combine formidable musical talent with great physical allure. What
this means for all the promising young men - or indeed the older and
fatter men and women - who play the violin, we do not really know.)
But while the Sibelius concerto was given a lyrical interpretation,
it did not create the frisson of excitement and tension that can be
associated with this music. And the subsequent performance of the Shostakovich
symphony revealed why: clearly, the orchestra and conductor had been
holding back some of themselves in the first piece, in order to give
their all to a most intense, dramatic and deeply felt elaboration of
this very powerful work.
Much of Shostakovich's best known and most effective music was written
during the Second World War, and this Symphony too belongs in that category.
It is less famous than the previous Symphony, No. 7, known as the ''Leningrad''
which is widely regarded as portraying the Soviet overcoming of the
Nazi siege on that city. The Seventh Symphony is commonly interpreted
as being essentially positive and triumphant in its approach. The Eighth
Symphony, by contrast, is described as a darker exploration of the horrors
of war, which has been compared to Picasso's famous painting ''Guernica''.
In fact, even to describe this Symphony only in terms of war and violence
would be misleading, since it encapsulates much greater complexity and
embraces much more in affective terms. Certainly, it is not exactly
a pleasant experience to hear this music, although it can be deeply
moving and uplifting as well. But the nervous energy, the insecure but
insistent rhythmic patterns, the frenetically violent passages interspersed
with ironic or tragic statements, and the final conclusion with solo
flute playing gently above barely audible strings, make this an unforgettable
experience.
It was obvious that this music had deeply captured the imagination of
the conductor and all the orchestral players – and it turned out, of
the audience as well. The profundity of emotion devoted to the performance
was unmistakable and infectious. What is it about such music which makes
it so apparently appropriate as a metaphor for our times, which speaks
so movingly to people even in such peaceful and untraumatic places as
the city of Boston in the rich and developed United States?
It could be that this music has so much impact because it captures not
only our fears and concerns but also our doubts, and musically expresses
those complex shades of perception which we find so difficult to put
into words. In the first movement of this symphony, for example, Shostakovich
creates a sense of excitement that makes the listener participate in
what then builds up into oppressive violence, and the resulting feeling
of being overwhelmed by forces beyond our control is all the more disturbing
because of the uneasy sense of our earlier complicity.
The thematic centre of the symphony is a vivid and horrifying danse
macabre that burns into the brain as an indictment of war, and also
of other forms of aggression. Yet even after its compression there is
no real peace, only the bleakest of tranquilities. This is music full
of grief and yearning, with no answers and no certainties other than
rather depressing ones.
It is interesting, then, that, finally, it was this wrenching music
which found the greatest appreciation and resonance in such a crowd.
It suggests that the consciousness of being at the edge of an abyss
is what increasingly defines a lot of public and private sentiment,
in the ruling country of the world.