September 22, 2016

(+++) SEVERAL ENDINGS IN ONE


Lehár: Giuditta. Christiane Libor, Laura Scherwitzl, Nikolai Schukoff, Ralf Simon, Mauro Peter, Christian Eberl, Rupert Bergmann; Chor des Bayerischen Rundfunks and Münchner Rundfunkorchester conducted by Ulf Schirmer. CPO. $33.99 (2 CDs).

     Giuditta was Franz Lehár’s final and favorite stage work. He would live another 14 years after its première in 1934, but aside from a few additions he made in 1937 to Der Graf von Luxemburg, he would create no further operas, or opera/operetta blends, which is what his later works had become. Giuditta was a success when first staged – ratcheting up more performances, at inflated ticket prices, than Richard Strauss’ Arabella in the same season and the same venue. That was the Vienna State Opera, where Lehár had vainly wished since the start of his career to stage one of his works. So for the composer, this was a significant triumph. He even had the full score published – a rarity, and a measure of how good he considered Giuditta to be. Yet the work marked the end of more than Lehár’s own composing career: in a very real sense, as the Nazis consolidated power in Germany and reached into Lehár’s Austria, it marked the end of the sort of world in which Lehár’s music could be created. Soon enough, many Jewish or Jewish-ancestry musical figures associated with the non-Jewish composer would be scattered: tenor Richard Tauber and co-librettist Paul Knepler into exile, co-librettist Fritz Löhner-Beda to eventual death at Auschwitz, and non-Jewish conscientious objector Jarmila Novotná – who created the title role – into exile as well.

     Sumptuously orchestrated, written at considerable length (with more than two hours of music), having a grander instrumental sound than any other work by Lehár, and with several “Tauber arias” intended to display the tenor’s much-admired voice, Giuditta has turned out to be remembered mostly for a soprano aria, the title character’s erotic waltz evocation, Meine Lippen, sie küssen so heiß. And it is by any account a strange work. This is not for the reasons usually cited, that it is a pale imitation of Carmen, with a titular femme fatale who woos a soldier away from duty, and that it is neither fully operatic (whether through-composed or with recitatives) nor fully an operetta. For one thing, Giuditta is not, at first, a seductress with a series of lovers: she is unhappily married, and she runs off with Octavio seeking true love, which makes her about as unlike Carmen as possible. Giuditta eventually becomes a demimondaine only after Octavio leaves her to fulfill his military duty – the opposite of what Don José does in Carmen. And while the feckless and cowardly Octavio does eventually desert the military and seek out Giuditta, his supposed passion does not even rise to the level of confronting her, much less stabbing her. It is also worth pointing out that Carmen, exactly like Giuditta, was written as a work with spoken dialogue and music – a fact listeners forget because Bizet’s opera is nowadays invariably staged with the recitatives written by Ernest Guiraud.

     In addition, it is useful to note that being a demimondaine was not, in Lehár’s world, a barrier to romantic love: back in 1911, he had written Eva, in which the title character becomes worthy of her lover and of lasting happiness only after spending time in the demimonde. And her lover’s name? Octave! So the later, failed Octavio may seem like the opposite of the successful earlier Octave – except that the composer himself, trying to come to terms with the fast-changing world of the 1930s, said that the most happiness anyone can hope for is to be as resigned to life as Octavio is at the end of Giuditta, regarding all that has been good in his past as merely a fairy tale.

     Worse was to come in the world after Giuditta, but this is a sufficiently depressing attitude to explain much of the neglect of Lehár’s final, generally rather dour work. Giuditta is also a very difficult piece to stage, having been designed for an opera house where sumptuous productions were the norm. And it is difficult to sing, too: the principals’ roles require more vocal heft and quality over a greater range than do most parts elsewhere in Lehár. All this explains the paucity of complete recordings of Giuditta – and the very high hopes interested listeners will have for the new one on CPO, conducted by Ulf Schirmer and using the same orchestra (with, of course, many different players) featured in the 1980 recording starring Edda Moser and Nicolai Gedda and conducted by Willi Boskovsky. With Schirmer at the helm, and Christiane Libor as Giuditta and Nikolai Schukoff singing Octavio, vocal expectations here are particularly lofty: both principals handle Wagner roles, after all, Libor as Brünnhilde and Isolde and Schukoff as Parsifal and Siegmund. Indeed, in their high-powered moments in Giuditta, both are excellent. But in between, their interest seems to flag; or perhaps Schirmer’s does, and he fails to motivate them to handle their dialogue with the same involvement and intensity they offer for their “big” set pieces. The result is a pair of distinctly uneven performances – very, very good when they are good, and very bland otherwise.

     The “second couple” here – Lehár did preserve that traditional element of operetta – has less happy casting. Both Laura Scherwitzl as Anita and Ralf Simon as Pierrino are simply ordinary: their singing has no individuation, and neither does their speaking – they make no real attempt at characterization, much less charm. This is a particular problem in Giuditta because the story itself is so problematical. Giuditta’s motivation for leaving her husband is understandable, although her reasons for marrying him in the first place are never given, and he loves her enough both to defend her honor when it is impugned and then to become searingly angry when the rumors about her prove true (Rupert Bergmann does know how to emote). But Octavio is so feckless, capriciously asking Giuditta to flee with him (to Africa, no less), setting up happy housekeeping in the mode of La Traviata, then getting his marching orders, refusing to tell Giuditta, being discovered, deciding to desert for love, but being afraid of being branded a traitor and therefore not deserting, eventually deserting anyway, then being afraid to confront Giuditta, and so on, that it would take a far better actor than Schukoff to give the audience any sympathy for him. Indeed, the final scene, “some years later,” when Giuditta is a committed but unhappy demimondaine and Octavio is, of all things, a lounge pianist, comes across here as simply pathetic. Actually, one basic problem with Giuditta is that at best it offers pathos, certainly not tragedy and not even effective melodrama: not much actually happens in this work.

     As for CPO’s packaging of the recording, it is simply a disgrace. There is no libretto and no offer of access to one online. There is no way for non-German speakers to follow the dialogue. The synopsis is ridiculously sketchy and outright inaccurate in several places. The whole release is so shoddy that it comes across as a throwaway, and whatever else Giuditta may be, it is not that. The best things here are the Libor and Schukoff performances of the “big” numbers; the very fine recorded sound of this live performance from 2012; and the excellent orchestral playing throughout – if only the singers had consistently delivered at this level! For all those reasons, this Giuditta is very much worth having for fans of Lehár – many of whom may be unfamiliar with it, so thoroughly has it sunk into obscurity. But Giuditta does not here receive what it has never gotten and still deserves: a recording offering a really first-rate, truly operatic performance delivered with the intensity of, say, a particularly compelling Carmen.

September 15, 2016

(++++) POP GO THE BUILDING BLOCKS


LEGO POP-UP: A Journey through the LEGO Universe. By Matthew Reinhart. Scholastic. $29.99.

     More a work of art than a book in any traditional sense, Matthew Reinhart’s marvelous pop-up treatment of LEGO blocks is a delight to examine, a wonder to unfold, and a puzzlement in terms of the audience at which it is aimed and the right thing to do with it after buying it. Because of its complexity and delicacy, this seems definitely not to be something for children – but children will want to marvel at it and to push and pull and construct and gawk at everything Reinhart has created, so maybe it is for children after all. Careful children. LEGO POP-UP is filled with tabs to pull; wheels to turn; small books, within the larger structure, that clip neatly into their designated places; and some utterly marvelous 3-D pop-up constructions that have to be seen to be believed. Even then, it is hard to believe all of them – one stands fully two feet high!

     The marvels are many here. A two-page spread devoted to minifigures explains how they came to be and how carefully they are structured: each consists of nine separate pieces and stands exactly four bricks tall, which is four centimeters or 1.5 inches. A little “Moments in Minifigure History” minibook, whose pages turn by pulling a tab beneath it, shows pre-minifigure LEGO figures, the first (1975) minifigure, the first modern-looking one (a police officer from 1978), and the advent in 1989 of multiple facial expressions. That is a lot to pack into a tiny book that is a small part of a large page. And in fact, everything here is packed full of information – and things to do. The same minifigure page, for instance, includes three turning wheels that reveal different heads, torsos and legs of minifigures, so kids (again, careful ones) can create many mixed minis.

     It is not the details and small elements of Reinhart’s book that will captivate kids and parents alike, though. It is the amazing fold-out structures that he has created. Opening the very first page, for instance, reveals a flashy race car. But at the back of the car, which is the top of the folded-open page, are the number 1 and the instruction, “Lift.” Do that and, lo and behold, the car becomes an amazing-looking, propeller-driven seaplane. And that is not all: restore the structure from plane to car and pull at the front, where there are the number 2 and the instruction, “Pull,” and up leaps a roaring T. rex! The transformation is so remarkable that even someone who studies the construction carefully will have trouble figuring out just how Reinhart did it – and how he thought of doing it, which is perhaps more to the point.

     There are five magnificent foldouts in LEGO POP-UP, and each reveals and explores a different element of the LEGO world. A new LEGO series called NINJAGO, introduced in 2011, may seem at first glance to be out of keeping with earlier LEGO designs; but Reinhart brings it into wonderful focus by showing the masked ninja warriors in a suitably dramatic pose in the large foldout – while producing, beneath them, riding-vehicle and battle-vehicle options that can be changed by pulling on tabs and thus learning the difference among the Ultra Dragon, the Destiny’s Bounty, and the break-apart Ultra Sonic Raider. Capping the entire book is the final 3D creation, the two-foot-tall one, which is in the shape of a skyscraper made up of smaller buildings and trucks and ships and a Ferris wheel and trains and people and even a penguin. No matter how often kids and adults have played with LEGO blocks – which date back to the 1950s, so several generations have been enjoying them – they will never have seen anything like this tower construction. Just examining it closely for its different elements will give families lots of ideas of new things to do with LEGO sets. And that, of course, is part of the point here: Reinhart’s book is a fabulous promotion for LEGO, likely to encourage purchasers to become even more involved in the LEGO world. But that is not all it is. It is a genuine work of art, a souvenir more than worthy of the fascinating, deceptively simple building-block toy it celebrates and commemorates. Yet that brings back the question: for whom is it intended? Tearing or damaging it would be a real shame; but so would failing to open it and gaze at it and pull and push and turn all its various interactive elements. It will be up to each family to decide just who gets access to LEGO POP-UP, for how long, and under what circumstances. It is certainly a keepsake – one that families will want to keep around for as long as anyone enjoys LEGO play.

(++++) WHAT YOU SEE, WHAT YOU GET


I See a Kookaburra! Discovering Animal Habitats around the World. By Steve Jenkins & Robin Page. Illustrations by Steve Jenkins. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. $7.99.

Ripley’s Believe It or Not! Wild & Wacky Edition 2017. Scholastic. $16.99.

     Originally published in 2005 and now available in paperback, Steve Jenkins’ and Robin Page’s I See a Kookaburra! is a kind of real-life Where’s Waldo? – but with a distinct educational purpose and some fascinating information packed inside. The setup is quite simple: the book shows six different parts of the world, each including eight animals plus one ant (since ants live just about everywhere). It is the execution of the design that makes the book special: only parts of the animals are visible, which means that just as it is difficult to see animals in their natural habitat, so it is difficult to pick all of them out and identify them here. Finding the ants is by no means easy, either. Each two-page spread of a habitat is followed by two pages showing the animals against a plain white background, in the same positions and poses used when showing them in their habitat – so kids can go back and find any they missed, and also get an even better sense of where each animal lives in the wild. Three different tails stick out of the surroundings in a desert in the American Southwest, for example. It turns out that one belongs to a kangaroo rat, one to a Gila monster and one to a rattlesnake. And what looks like a fourth tail is actually a cactus flower. Elsewhere, an African savanna contains a rhinoceros that is fairly easy to see, a dung beetle that is not, and a giraffe antelope that is hard to recognize even when it is spotted. In an Australian forest are a cassowary (only one eye visible), a barely noticeable koala asleep in a tree, and an almost perfectly camouflaged dingo. And so on for more habitats and more animals throughout the book. The final five pages show small pictures of each of the animals and give considerably more information about them in compressed (one-paragraph) form. Jenkins and Page do an excellent job of making that information interesting: they explain why the frilled lizard is also called the bicycle lizard, discuss the unique social environment of the naked mole rat (the only mammal that lives in ant-like colonies), explain why dung beetles are so important, and talk about a six-inch-long insect (the rhinoceros beetle). There is a lot more than a kookaburra to see in I See a Kookaburra! And everything in the book is very much worth seeing.

     The pleasures of seeing the people and things in Ripley’s Believe It or Not! Wild & Wacky Edition 2017 are decidedly more mixed. The successors to Robert Ripley can no longer roam the world looking for naturally occurring human and animal oddities or “freaks,” as Ripley himself did – that would be politically incorrect. So more and more of the Ripley legacy depends on showing readers things that people who want to draw attention to themselves have done for the explicit purpose of getting noticed. The result is a sort of still-photo reality television with, unfortunately, just as great a propensity for catering to celebrity worship (the new book shows a sculpture of Angelina Jolie made from crayons and one of Niki Minaj made from toast, for instance). This 2017 compendium of attention-getters includes a nine-year-old girl who invented a healthful lollipop; a watermelon-flavored bagel sold in Japan; a man who ran across the United States to raise money for charity; a race in which competitors ride ostriches; a playground made from snow and ice in Sweden; a sinkhole in Guatemala; a man in Japan who takes his 150-pound tortoise on walks into town; a giraffe with a crooked neck that was broken in a fight; a vending machine that dispenses live crabs in a part of China where they are considered a delicacy; and more. A few human beings who would previously have been put on display still appear in the book, but only in the context of being heroic and worthy of admiration: a wheelchair-bound man who can do cliff diving; a professional bass fisherman born without legs or a left arm and only part of a right arm; a woman who in 2008 became the first armless person to become a licensed pilot; and so on. Certainly Ripley’s Believe It or Not! Wild & Wacky Edition 2017 is more humane and uplifting than long-ago entries featuring exhibits from the old-style Ripley’s “odditorium” (that was the name of the museum Ripley opened in 1933). But the new Ripley’s is simply not as interesting or involving as the old Ripley’s used to be, partly because so many odd things are so visible so often on the Internet – and partly because Robert Ripley’s successors bend over so far backwards to avoid potentially upsetting or offending anyone with their displays. There is enough of interest in this book to give it a (+++) rating, but it is neither as wild nor as wacky as its title would have readers believe it to be.

(+++) FROM HOT AND HEAVY TO COOL AND LIGHT


S.E.X.—The All-You-Need-to-Know Sexuality Guide to Get You Through Your Teens and Twenties, Second Edition. By Heather Corinna. Da Capo. $17.99.

     There are 462 oversize pages in “this very (very) big book,” as Heather Corinna describes what she has written. She is not a medical doctor, not a psychologist, not a professional educator in any traditional sense, but the founder of a Web site called Scarleteen whose promise is “Sex Education for the Real World.” Actually, Corinna is as interested in what she would like the real world to be as in what the real world is. “I picture a world without shame or fear when it comes to bodies, sexualities, or sexual or gender identities, where difference is embraced and celebrated, and where every voice is acknowledged and treated with care and respect.” And changing the world into this one “really isn’t that hard to do. It’s mostly just about changing your mind, which you probably already do at least several times a day, if not more often.” And so on. And on and on and on and ON. This helps explain the 462 pages.

     Luckily, S.E.X. (which “spells out” every sexual matter Corinna can think of – clever title, huh?) is not so mired in utopian twaddle as to be useless. In fact, quite the opposite. The vast majority of the book is excellent: clear, scientifically accurate, plainspoken (if rather cutesy in style, especially considering that the author is in her mid-40s), and extremely effective as introduction to (or intermediate-level discussion of) sex and sexuality. A fair sample of Corinna’s approach is this, from a subsection called “Braaaaaaaaiiiinnns” (not necessarily the best place for a zombie reference, but this is her style): “…I have something very, very important to tell you: when it comes to sexual response and pleasure (not just reproduction), sex is mostly between your ears, not your legs. …Once you understand how the brain is our largest and most significant sex organ, you can begin to see how thinking differently isn’t necessarily a negative when it comes to sexual pleasure.” Ah…differently from what? Well, that is a big part of Corinna’s book. All sexual activities are fine when mutually agreed to; all forms of sexuality are equally good; there are in fact no negatives at all where agreed-upon sexual communication is concerned. Typical remark: “The prostate, like the G-spot, clitoral glans, or the glans of the penis, is sensitive to touch, so plenty of people enjoy prostate stimulation during sexual activity. Some people call it the ‘P-spot.’ Because of its location, it is stimulated by receptive anal sex or stimulation or deep massage of the anus or perineum.” See? Total inclusivity for anything and everything sexual.

     Notice that “plenty of people,” though. In Corinna’s world, “plenty of people” do just about anything and just about everything. Bending over backwards (so to speak) to be inclusive, she determinedly asserts (without any real scientific backing) that lots and lots of people do everything, assert their sexuality in every way, and behave in every possible manner (and never “misbehave,” an absent concept here, even jokingly: this is a virtually humorless book). The underlying “lots and lots” assertion is demonstrably false: a May 2015 Gallup poll found that even though Americans believe – thanks in part to skewed media coverage – that about 23% of U.S. adults are gay or lesbian, the percentage actually self-identifying as homosexual, transgender, or bisexual is 3.8%. But Corinna joins many, many other media people in drawing very substantial attention to this tiny subgroup, as when she creates a box in her chapter on gender identity called “Straight and About to Skip This Part?” and writes, “Please don’t. I am literally begging you. Not only may you find that, over time, your own orientation or sexual identity shifts but also queer people, like transgender people, like all young people of any stripe, need allies.” Corinna is never more than a paragraph or two away from advocating something designed to create that better world that she believes she can help bring about.

     If your thinking resonates with Corinna’s, S.E.X. will be a wonderful (if lengthy) read; but even if you find her rather hectoring presentation of the way things should be (and the utterly normal way everything already is) to be over-the-top, you will find a tremendous amount of straightforward, extremely useful information here on sex and sexuality. Her presentation of sexual anatomy (never mind that “brain” stuff), for example, is excellent, filled with carefully drawn diagrams that may be revelatory even to the sexually experienced. There is even a full page of drawings called “Genitals Come in All Shapes and Sixes!” that looks like something the underground cartoonists would have created a few decades back – but that is used here strictly for informational purposes. Also extremely useful are boxes labeled “Myth Busting” that tackle things “everybody knows” and show why they are false – for instance, that eating disorders affect only women, that it is common to meet one’s “soulmate” early in life, that the hymen seals the vagina before first intercourse, that the greatest risk of abuse or assault is from strangers, and so forth. Useful in a different way are detailed discussions of “body fluid or blood play” (which, like everything else, is perfectly fine as long as those involved agree to it), finger cots (which are “easy-peasy” to use “for anal play or clitoral stimulation”), vaginal discharge that is “chunky or very heavy, with small curds like cottage cheese,” and much more.

     “Much more” is the watchword here, whether discussing oral herpes or “the sexual readiness checklist,” which is lengthier and more exhaustive than a list used for planning extended international travel (well, it should be, Corinna would surely say), and which is broken down into “material stuff,” “body and health,” “relationship requirements” and “emotional items” – in which, for example, one of the nine required (and very lawyerly) assertions is, “If my partner or I have any strong religious, cultural, ethical, political, or family beliefs or convictions that pose serious conflicts to any kind of sexual activity, we have evaluated, discussed, and resolved them,” and another states, “I understand that sex and love aren’t the same thing, and I do not seek to have sex to use it to manipulate or harm myself, my partner, or anyone else. I feel my partner’s sexual motives are sound, safe, and realistic as well.” Exhaustively informative this book certainly is: it is about as comprehensive a tome on sexuality (and, really, not just for people in their teens and 20s) as you are likely to find anywhere. It is fair to say, however, that it is exhaustingly informative as well, so filled with so much presented at such length and in such detail – and within a context of such strong, even strident advocacy – that for at least some readers, it will seem like a very, very, very big book indeed.

(++) GRATEFULLY YOURS


The Gratitude Diaries: How a Year Looking on the Bright Side Can Transform Your Life. By Janice Kaplan. Dutton. $16.

     The new paperback edition of Janice Kaplan’s The Gratitude Diaries (originally published in hardcover last year) contains a reading-group guide, and that is a good thing, because this is the sort of book for which reading groups can be, well, grateful. On the positive side, groups can be grateful that the book is very easy to read; is written as breezily as would be expected from the former editor of that once-over-lightly, celebrity-soaked “newspaper magazine,” Parade; and deals (simply, accessibly and mostly on the surface) with a feeling that most people in reading groups (and out of them) would probably agree they could use more of. That would be gratitude.

     On the negative side, though, is the fact that Kaplan’s gratitude comes in some very specific forms to which people in reading groups (and out of them) will likely find it difficult to relate. Kaplan simply decides one December to spend the next year feeling and exploring gratitude. All right; got it. But she then divides the year into seasons according to what sorts of things she will look into in gratitudinous terms (and no, “gratitudinous” is not a word, but it should be, since it describes Kaplan’s book rather precisely). So wintertime is for marriage, love, and family; spring is for money, career, “and the stuff we own”; summer is for health; and autumn is called “coping, caring, and connecting.”

     Well, let’s see what Kaplan has to be grateful for. She is very rich. Her husband is a doctor. She has a great career. She lives in both a New York City upper-crust apartment and a Connecticut country home. She has cashmere dresses and leather boots to keep her warm. She takes trips to the Caribbean and the Alps. Her sons are tall, handsome, smart and accomplished. She can easily make a spontaneous decision to hop on a plane for a quick flight to England to talk with someone about gratitude. She can get celebrities on the phone with ease (and does, constantly: she loves to name-drop, as if celebrities’ views on gratitude or much of anything else have the slightest validity or importance). She can hang out in Amsterdam pretty much whenever she wants (which renders her complaint about the restaurant service there less than convincing). Oh – and she has the wherewithal to write a book that is filled!!  With!! Exclamation!! Points!! (And) (has) (lots) (of) (parentheses) (all) (over) (the) (place!!)

     The extreme wealth and privilege of Kaplan certainly do not disqualify her from being miserly with gratitude for what she has and deciding to do something about it. Her fawning love of celebrities does not disqualify her from asking them questions about gratitude – and getting answers that pretty much anyone could give, and that would be far more believable if they did not come from the super-rich, super-entitled, super-“important.” The in-your-face preachiness of Kaplan’s tone does not disqualify her from presenting information that some readers will latch onto and conceivably even find useful. The fact that scientists and doctors give Kaplan-the-celebrity immediate, easy access to their time and to information that a better but less-well-connected writer would have difficulty obtaining does not disqualify her from using that access to obtain material of potential use to readers.

     The problem, though, is that ultimately Kaplan does so little with her very considerable wealth, power, access, and freedom to go just about anywhere and do just about anything on a moment’s notice (freedom that is the result of her very considerable wealth, power and access – circumstances for which she should be grateful but which she manages not to explore on that basis, so thoroughly does she take them for granted). The specific recommendations here range from the useful but obvious (regularly write down things for which you are grateful) to the useless and silly (stare at every meal for 60 seconds before eating so you will be sufficiently grateful for it). And there is something flat-out unbelievable about Kaplan’s assertion, time and again, that she can turn every reversal into something positive – not only for herself but also for her equally wealthy, equally well-connected friends.

     The Gratitude Diaries reads, all in all, like an overhyped and over-extended magazine article – and yes, its style would fit right into Parade or a similarly trite (but popular) publication. Profundity is not necessary in self-help books (and not required to demonstrate one’s seriousness). For that matter, good writing is not required, either: anything that gets the point across (clearly enough for reading groups) is really just fine. What is missing in Kaplan’s book (and apparently in Kaplan’s life) is any meaningful contact with people who are not wealthy, well-connected and well-married, with loads of leisure time (and all sorts of great connections with People Who Matter – capitals intended). It is unfair to shoot the messenger, especially one bringing as important a message as that of being grateful (for what life brings). The Gratitude Diaries, though, offers a (truly) spectacular mismatch between messenger and message. It is less a book of self-help than a book of self-love, a book of blithely experiencing wealth, privilege and celebrity (at every turn) and wondering why one is not more grateful for all of it (and whether gratitude would make all this amazing stuff Even! More! Amazing!). Yes! It does! Kaplan finds that out! (But the whole thing is still gratitudinous.) (Yes, gratitudinous!)

(+++) EMOTIONAL EVOCATIONS


Chopin: Ballades Nos. 1 and 3; Barcarolle, Op. 60; Berceuse, Op. 57; Mazurkas, Op. 50, Nos. 1-3; Nocturnes, Op. 15, No. 2; Op. 27, No. 2; Op. 48, No. 1; Op. 55 No. 2; Scherzo No. 4. David Korevaar, piano. MSR Classics. $12.95.

Tango Nuevo—Music for Two Pianos by Pablo Ziegler and Ástor Piazzolla. Pablo Ziegler and Christopher O’Riley, pianos. Steinway & Sons. $17.99.

American Visions—Music of Copland, Gershwin, Kris Becker, and Rodgers and Hammerstein. Ian Gindes, piano. Centaur. $18.99.

Robert Casadesus: Sonata No. 3; Toccata, Op. 40; Henri Dutilleux: Blackbird; Au Gré des Ondes: 6 Petites Pièces pour Piano; Sonate pour Piano. Cicilia Yudha, piano. Navona. $14.99.

Henri Dutilleux: Sur le mème accord; Les citations; Mystère de l’instant; Timbres, espace, mouvement (ou “La nuit etoilée”). Seattle Symphony conducted by Ludovic Morlot. Seattle Symphony Media. $16.99.

Painting the Modern Garden: Monet to Matisse—A Film by David Bickerstaff. Seventh Art DVD. $21.99.

     Pianist David Korevaar pushes Chopin in the direction of Impressionism in a fascinating and very well-played, but perhaps overly intellectualized, recital for MSR Classics. The CD really does come across as a recital, the sort of musical mixture selected by an individual artist to reflect his view of a particular composer, style of music, musical period, or some other unifying force. Korevaar’s unifying approach here is not thematic or entirely chronological, either of which would be reasonably simple for listeners to follow, but is based on Chopin’s use of flat and sharp keys – a matter of considerable interest to musicians but not one that will clearly pull this specific sequence of these disparate works together for most listeners. Of the 12 tracks, Nos. 1, 3, 5 and 11 are Nocturnes; Nos. 2 and 4 are Ballades; Nos. 6-8 are the three Mazurkas of Op. 50; No. 9 is a Barcarolle, No. 10 a Berceuse and No. 12 the Scherzo No. 4. Listeners will have no trouble identifying the Mazurkas as the central elements here, the linchpins of the disc; but that is not exactly how Korevaar sees them – to him, they are a demarcation between flat and sharp keys (a bit of a stretch, actually, requiring considerable attention to key changes within the three works for full comprehension). Korevaar has a marvelous understanding of this music, and is a very fine pianist and, for that matter, an excellent interpreter of Chopin. There is nothing to fault here in the expressive nature of his performances or the finely honed pianism that he uses to bring forth the varying emotional elements of these dozen works. In fact, for listeners familiar with all the music here – particularly for ones who know it as well as Korevaar himself does – the CD’s intellectual framework has some genuinely revelatory elements. But for listeners less intimately familiar with the music, it is considerably harder to tell from the musical sequence itself (that is, without following Korevaar’s discussion of what he is doing and why he is doing it) just why these particular pieces appear in this particular sequence. There is a great deal to enjoy in this very well-played recital, and also a great deal to think about – but the latter requirement somewhat gets in the way of the full availability of the pleasures of the music.

     The pleasures are more readily accessible on a new Steinway & Sons CD featuring music for two pianos by Pablo Ziegler and his mentor, Ástor Piazzolla. There is an impressionistic element to this music, but it is a highly specific one, with all the tunes intended to evoke elements of life in Argentina – from the bustle of the city of Buenos Aires to the nation’s traditions and cultural touchstones. Thanks to the approach of Piazzolla and Ziegler, the music also stretches beyond the geographical boundaries of its nation of origin to encompass the melodies and harmonies of jazz, and occasional forays into classical influences dating back to Bach. Of the 13 works here, eight are by Ziegler: El Empedrado, Milongueta, Asfalto, Maria Ciudad, Elegante Canyenguito, Places, Milonga del Adios, and Sandunga. The other five are by Piazzolla: Michelangelo ’70, Elegia sobre Adios Nonino, Fuga y Misterio, Buenos Aires Hora Cero, and the very well-known Libertango. The Piazzolla pieces have more sureness of expression and, even when not very well known, a greater familiarity of style than those of Ziegler, but this is more a matter of degree than of inherent quality: Ziegler’s works are also nicely crafted and in some cases virtually indistinguishable from ones by Piazzolla. Indeed, the problem with this very well-played disc is simply that all the music on it sounds as if it comes from the same source and shares similarity of inspiration. That is, indeed, the simple truth of this material – and listeners for whom this Argentinian evocation is much to be desired will revel in the CD. Others may find an hour and a quarter of music of similar provenance to be a bit much – although even they may enjoy listening to a piece or two here and there, if not to the entire CD from start to finish.

     It might seem, on the face of it, that the Centaur CD called American Visions also consists of works of similar inspiration, but in fact what Ian Gindes does here is show just how variegated the adjective “American” can be when it comes to music. True, all the works skew to the popular side of American music rather than its more purely “concert-hall” side; but unlike the basically popular focus of Tango Nuevo, the music on American Visions shows a variety of ways in which composers use more-popular works to express themselves in different milieus. Thus, from Copland, the CD includes the third of his Four Piano Blues, a short work labeled Muted and Serious; four mostly upbeat excerpts from the ballet Rodeo; and three pieces from Our Town, which present a more contemplative mood. There are two Earl Wild arrangements from Gershwin’s Seven Virtuoso Etudes: No. 7, “Fascinatin’ Rhythm,” followed by No. 4, “Embraceable You.” From contemporary composer Kris Becker come two works with a certain amount of intellectual and musical heft: Passacaglia from The Four Curiosities and a rather extended Elegy. And from Rodgers and Hammerstein, in arrangements by Stephen Hough, Gindes offers “My Favorite Things” from The Sound of Music and “Carousel Waltz” from Carousel. As an encore, there is a live recording of  Mack Wilberg's arrangement of Sousa’s The Stars and Stripes Forever, in which Gindes is joined by Tatiana Shustova, Jiafang Yan, and Jing Hao. There is a certain thoughtfulness in the assembly of this CD that gives it heft beyond what its mostly straightforward music would suggest. It could be called a celebration of specifically American impressionism – from Copland’s American West to Becker’s look in the musical rearview mirror to the insistently saccharine Rodgers and Hammerstein tunes. Gindes plays all the music well, and if none of it is unfamiliar or particularly profound, it is all eminently listenable.

     There is also some balancing of the impressionistic and intellectual in the works of Robert Casadesus on a new Navona CD. Sonata No. 3 is classically structured, its pointed first movement giving way to a gently reflective Lento e tristamente that speaks of generalized rather than specific melancholy, before a bright and bouncy finale sweeps away any lingering tristesse. Cicilia Yudha evokes the sonata’s changing moods with unfailing skill, and also does a bang-up job, pretty much literally, with Toccata, which somewhat uneasily treads the line between pounding intensity and jocular celebration. Impressionism is more explicit and vivid in the three piano works of Henri Dutilleux that follow the Casadesus pieces. Blackbird, an early work, comes across as modest salon music with slight hints of birdsong. The six little piano pieces collectively called Au Gré des Ondes (“Along the Waves”) are more explicit in their scene-painting, harking back to some of the mood evocations of Debussy and Ravel – and being as accessible as would be expected in works originally written as radio interludes. Far more substantial is the Sonate pour piano, toward which all the other works on this CD seem to build. Large in scale in its nearly half-hour length, mixing traditional three-movement form with forays into distinctly 20th-century-French treatment of rhythm and harmony, progressing – sometimes leaping – from delicacy to intensity, the work is far more varied than its straightforward movement designations of Allegro con moto, Lied and Choral et variations would indicate. Dutilleux disowned many of the works he wrote before this 1948 sonata, clearly considering it the start of his significant compositions. It seems constantly to hint at specificity in the scenes it evokes briefly before turning elsewhere, even though there is nothing definite portrayed. The rather sleepy second movement never quite coalesces, but the resounding opening of the finale leads into a set of variations that challenge both the listener’s ear and the performer’s fingers. Yudha is a first-rate advocate of this not-quite-first-rate material – she explores its coloristic aspects wonderfully but can do nothing about a certain formal flabbiness that leads to music that drifts more often than it moves in any particular direction.

     Dutilleux (1916-2013) is far better known for his orchestral music than his piano pieces, and Ludovic Morlot and the Seattle Symphony make another strong case for his orchestral works on a new CD on the orchestra’s own label – their third recorded foray into this repertoire. Much of the music of Dutilleux stands explicitly in the Impressionist tradition, with refinement in construction and orchestration and considerable attention paid to carefully devised harmonies and coloristic instrumental approaches. Dutilleux is, however, difficult to label as belonging in any particular musical pigeonhole. One work on this disc, Les Citations, has strongly neoclassical roots and unusual instrumentation: it is for oboe (Mary Lynch), harpsichord (Mahan Esfahani), bass (Jordan Anderson), and percussion (Michael A. Werner). Texturally clear, as the music of Dutilleux generally is, the work is also steeped in specifically French musical history: the second movement, From Janequin to Jehan Alain, deliberately recalls the French Renaissance composer and also quotes a work by the innovative organist/composer Alain, who died at age 29 in 1940. The nocturne-like Sur le mème accord, for violin and orchestra, is highly expressive, but it also benefits from the level of precision brought to it here by soloist Augustin Hadelich. Mystère de l'instant offers a good example of the composer’s interest in comparatively unusual sonorities, employing a solo cimbalom (played by Chester Englander) to particularly good effect. The concluding work on the CD, Timbres, espace, mouvement (ou “La nuit etoilée”), marked the 1978 return to orchestral composition by Dutilleux after a period of focus on chamber works. Inspired by Van Gogh’s famous painting, The Starry Night, this work takes Impressionism to a new and very contemporary level, omitting violins and violas from the orchestration, insisting that the 12 cellos be placed in a semicircle around the conductor, and  using those cellos for an interlude that Dutilleux added in 1990 to the work’s two original movements. Dutilleux is a composer whose work it is easy to admire and whose care in orchestration, timbres and harmonies is always noticeable. Certainly Morlot and the Seattle Symphony have a strong attachment to these works and play them with great warmth and a high degree of involvement. The music nevertheless will not be to all tastes, its catholicity (now recalling Les Six, then sounding a bit like Messiaen) and distinctly French modernism making it something of an acquired taste. Listeners seeking to acquire it will find this recording an elegant entry point to the Dutilleux sound world.

     Those interested in getting a sense of the way in which Van Gogh and other painters created the works that so inspired Impressionist composers will be fascinated by David Bickerstaff’s film, Painting the Modern Garden: Monet to Matisse, available as a Seventh Art DVD. Based on a show at London’s Royal Academy, the film is designed to let viewers really study the paintings, providing an even closer look at brushstrokes and details of form and color than attendees can get in person at an exhibition. There are plenty of closeups of paintings here, juxtaposed with scenes of the gardens that inspired those specific works and views of other gardens with an equal profusion of blooms, colors and shapes. The film is not entirely about the works of art – unsurprisingly, it also takes viewers to the studios and houses of the artists, displaying the environment in which they worked and in which their creativity took shape. The real visual interest here, though, is in the gardens themselves, in the way they were planted and the way they grew, and in the way specific artists visited and revisited them as their own style changed and evolved, so that growth of art and growth of plants become parallel continuing events. All this comes across as a touch effete, to be sure, and the details about figurative-vs.-abstract portrayals of specific gardens will be a bit much for those not deeply immersed in Impressionist art history. And of course the DVD is aimed entirely at people seeking immersion in the world of Monet, Matisse and the other famed oil painters inspired by gardens and using them to display their view of growth and color. The very slow shots of flowers, foliage, ponds and elegantly sculptured trees give Painting the Modern Garden: Monet to Matisse a sense of timelessness that balances the growth inherent in all gardens – and the artifice and artificiality of the film complement the interpretative niceties of the Impressionists for whom gardens were so overwhelmingly important. Intended for a limited and artistically committed audience, Bickerstaff’s hour-and-a-half of visuals serves that audience carefully and well.

September 08, 2016

(++++) THE INNARDS OF PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING


The Way Things Work Now. By David Macaulay with Neil Ardley and Jack Challoner. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. $35.

     There are few reference books that need to be in a family’s library nowadays, because so much of what kids – and parents – want or need to know is only a click or two away on the Internet. This book, though, does belong on the shelf of any family with any member with any sense of curiosity about just about anything. David Macaulay has a thing about inward workings: his books on how buildings are constructed and how they function, starting with Cathedral and continuing through City, Castle and others, are astonishingly detailed, beautifully conceived and executed, and amazingly informative. In The Way Things Work Now, a much-revised and much-updated version of The Way Things Work (1988) and The New Way Things Work (1998), Macaulay, with assistance from Jack Challoner and the late Neil Ardley, combines meticulously accurate descriptions of many, many functions of many, many items with a highly amusing “framing tale” at whose center is nothing less than a mammoth.

     The mammoth inclusion is a wonderful stroke that encourages young readers (and, to be honest, their parents) to stick with material that could otherwise be, well, sticky – complex and potentially, even in simplified form, difficult to understand. The introductory pages of The Way Things Work Now, for example, get right into matters such as kinetic, potential, electric and chemical energy, heat and friction, and more. Lest any of this be off-putting to readers, Macaulay includes along the bottom six scenes of a mammoth doing some things that mammoths surely did not do, such as balancing on a wheel, swinging another (much smaller) mammoth around by its trunk, and hopping up and down atop four springs attached to the bottoms of its four feet.  The mammoth’s expressions are marvelous, with an air of wide-eyed innocence that beautifully complements the text. And when readers finish the introduction and turn the page to get into the meat of the book, the first thing they encounter is “the inclined plane,” for which they get a sound scientific explanation along the bottom of two pages with, along the pages’ top, a tongue-in-cheek discussion of using an inclined plane to capture mammoths – thereby ending the “older” approach of building towers from which to catch them, with the narrator explaining that as to the towers, “I made a few more calculations and then suggested commercial and retail development on the lower levels and luxury apartments above.”

     Clearly The Way Things Work Now is a science book that does not take itself too seriously – except that, well, yes, it does. Macaulay keeps the amusing sidelights carefully separate from the serious analyses, except to the extent that he uses mammoth matters to illustrate scientific principles, for instance showing a befuddled-looking mammoth whose fur has been partly trimmed using an electric trimmer (whose operation is accurately described next to the silly picture). The machines shown in The Way Things Work Now vary widely in complexity and are pictured in quite a few different sizes, to make it easier to illustrate their mechanisms. Here too the pictures complement the descriptions beautifully. Still in the section on levers, for instance, there is an explanation of nail clippers, “a neat combination of two levers that produce a strong cutting action while at the same time being easy to control.” A nail clipper is shown from the perspective of Lilliputians: little figures are about to pull down on its handle with a stout rope while others guide a finger with over-long nail to the right spot for clipping, and one figure gamely struggles to drags away a nail clipping around which a rope has been tied to make its obviously heavy weight easier to move.

     Cleverness of this sort is pervasive in The Way Things Work Now. Indeed, it is a big reason the book is so attractive as well as useful. In 400 oversized pages, Macaulay covers five areas: “The Mechanics of Movement,” “Harnessing the Elements,” “Working with Waves,” “Electricity & Automation,” and “The Digital Domain.” The first part is where you will find everything from the grand piano to the sewing machine to automotive seat belts. The second part includes, among many other things, helicopters, hot-air balloons, fire extinguishers, astronauts’ jet packs, and nuclear reactors – with a look at how a fusion reactor might work if one could be devised. In the third part are bulbs (including, in this updated version of the book, LED lamps), microscopes, lasers, holograms (showing how one would make a holographic mammoth), Blu-ray players (again, an addition to earlier versions of the book), earphones (showing the Mona Lisa using them), and (another new element) smartphones. The fourth part explains batteries, photocopiers, electric motors, car ignition systems, radar, security scanners and much more. The fifth section, whose material will be the most familiar to many young readers even though they may not have the faintest idea how any of it actually performs its functions, includes the computer mouse and keyboard, touchscreen, digitized images and sound, video-game controllers, hard disks, barcodes, the Internet and World Wide Web (not the same thing!), and more.

     At the very end of The Way Things Work Now is a section called “The Invention of Machines” that, although not necessary to understand how machines work, has its own fascination in explaining where common ones came from – when, how and by whom they were invented. This section is filled with delightful trivia: can openers as we know them were invented a century later than the cans they open; the zipper was created in 1891 but not named until 1926; metal screws were in use by 1556, but the screwdriver was not invented until 1780; and much more. What Macaulay manages here, with the same skill shown in his books about architecture, is to explain hard-to-understand operations in ways that are clear but do not come across as talking down to readers or “dumbing down” the concepts themselves. There have been other books doing similar things – the best recent one, by far, is Randall Munroe’s Thing Explainer: Complicated Stuff in Simple Words. But what distinguishes The Way Things Work Now is that it explains simple stuff, or at least apparently simple stuff, as well as matters of considerable complexity; and all the explanations can be followed by young readers as well as adults -- the vocabulary, while not overly easy, is forthright enough for that. Pulling all this together into so informative and interesting a volume was obviously a, ahem, mammoth undertaking. The result is wonderfully entertaining as well as exceptionally useful, the sort of book for which Internet access is simply no substitute.

(++++) FOODSTUFF


Swallow the Leader: A Counting Book. By Danna Smith. Illustrated by Kevin Sherry. Clarion. $16.99.

I’ll Wait, Mr. Panda. By Steve Antony. Scholastic. $16.99.

     There is something ominous at the very start of Danna Smith’s Swallow the Leader, in spite of the focus on a smiling, big-eyed orange fish carrying a red pennant: down in the seagrass beneath the fish, in addition to a harmless sea turtle, is a very toothy shark. Clearly there is a bit of an issue here. Or is there? The pleasantly rhyming counting book moves along happily as the first fish gathers others: “Follow the leader./ Do as I do./ Splash when I’m splashing,/ then I’ll follow you.” And so on, as a fish line forms: orange, blue, yellow, red, as paper-cutout art by Kevin Sherry further enlivens the simple text by showing crabs, a smiling whale, purple rays, and other water creatures beneath the steadily growing fish parade. And on and on things go until, with the number seven – uh-oh! “Follow the leader/ into the dark./ Hush when I’m quiet./ Hide from a shark.” Yes, there’s that shark again, this time taking up two full pages as the seven fish do their best to stay behind it and out of sight. But eventually the shark actually joins the parade, as the 10th member of it, and then – well, in counting books for young children, it is common to count up to 10 and then back down to one. And in this case, that means “Gulp! Uh-oh!” as the parade-leading orange fish disappears, its pennant floating at the head of a line now led by the worried-looking blue fish, and the only thing the page says is “9 Fish.” And then the blue fish is gone, there is a very distraught yellow fish heading the line, and the page says “8 Fish.” And so it goes, the smiling (or smirking) shark following the quickly changing leader as the line of fish gets smaller and smaller until, eventually, all that is left is “1 Fish” – that would be the shark – saying “Delish!” But all is not lost – oh no!  On the very next page, the shark lets out a huge “BURRRP!” and all nine other fish swim right out of its mouth, leading the shark to say “Excuse me!” and the fish to start a new counting line on the very last page. The shark may have been deprived of a meal, but kids will enjoy the “watch out!” nature of this counting book and will find its one-to-10 message easy to digest.

     Food is central in a very different way to Steve Antony’s I’ll Wait, Mr. Panda. Food is actually this book’s whole focus, but there is no actual food to be seen, because Mr. Panda is making it – whatever it is. All the animals are curious, but none has the patience to wait to find out what is going on, except for a small penguin who peaks into the page at the book’s start and soon says, “I’ll wait, Mr. Panda,” as other animals decline to stand by and find out what Mr. Panda is creating. All the animals here are black-and-white – not only the penguin and panda – except for some all-white rabbits; as a result, Mr. Panda’s brightly patterned apron stands out particularly well, covered as it is in multicolored doughnuts. “Waiting is too hard,” Mr. Panda is told, and “I’m done waiting,” and “I don’t like waiting,” and so forth, but again and again, the patient little penguin says, “I’ll wait, Mr. Panda.” And as a result, the penguin gets the full benefit of the surprise that Mr. Panda has been making – which is indeed a doughnut, but not just any doughnut: this one is about ten times the size of the penguin. “That was worth the wait,” the penguin comments, and Mr. Panda replies, “I know.” And so, at the very, very end of the book – on the inside back cover – the penguin is happily rolling the giant doughnut away, leaving a trail of multicolored sprinkles behind. The message of “good things come to those who wait” is a simple and obvious one, but it is communicated here with so much amusement and such a sense of fun that it does not come across as preachy. And the doughnut really does look delicious – worth waiting for, indeed.

(++++) MONSTER MANIA


Kid Beowulf: The Blood-Bound Oath. By Alexis E. Fajardo. Andrews McMeel. $10.99.

Enzo’s Very Scary Halloween. By Garth Stein. Illustrated by R.W. Alley. Harper. $17.99.

Monster Trucks. By Anika Denise. Illustrated by Nate Wragg. Harper. $17.99.

Grimelda: The Very Messy Witch. By Diana Murray. Illustrated by Heather Ross. Katherine Tegen/HarperCollins. $16.99.

Laugh-Out-Loud Spooky Jokes for Kids. By Rob Elliott. Harper. $4.99.

     Monsters have always been with us, certainly from the first epic ever written, Gilgamesh, and down through the ages to the first-known epic poem in English, Beowulf. Never mind that the poem’s language, Old English, is more distant from Shakespeare’s than Shakespeare’s is from our own – Beowulf is a grand Germanic-English tale of heroism, of battles fought and won, and above all of the conquest of monsters descended all the way from the biblical Cain: Grendel and Grendel’s mother. Beowulf is so resonant that it has not only been translated innumerable times but has also been rewritten, adapted, modernized, updated, interpreted and reinterpreted to such a degree that it would seem hard to find anything new to do with it. Alexis E. Fajardo has, however, figured something out: a story very loosely based on the epic poem, reinterpreting the whole central theme of Beowulf in significant ways, aimed at 21st-century preteens and young teenagers, and packaged as a series of graphic novels. The whole notion could easily have been both silly and depressing, but Fajardo handles it so well that it is merely silly – and in some respects not silly at all. Fajardo makes Beowulf and Grendel into brothers, and yes, that is the silly part, but Fajardo twists the legend enough to make this foundational premise barely plausible and, more importantly, to turn this series into a journey both of geography and of self-knowledge. The first book, The Blood-Bound Oath, sets the stage neatly, introducing many characters named in the original and some that deliberately echo more-modern heroic tales (including a pair loosely modeled on French comic-book stars Asterix and Obelix). Fajardo takes young readers through several generations of war and depredation here, and a good deal of introduction of monsters of various sorts that are not always particularly monstrous – including Beowulf ‘s and Grendel’s mother and a one-eyed dragon. A couple of ghosts appear at appropriate places, too. The typical question of “who is the real monster?” is not really an issue here: all the characters are shown to be functioning within the rules of their time and their world, although some do so more adeptly than others. Fajardo goes out of his way to include up-to-date dialogue for the sake of modern readers: “stop, drop and roll” for fire extinguishing is the heart of one scene, and in another, 12-year-old Beowulf calls the Heathobard tribes the “Heathotards.” In addition to the main story, Kid Beowulf has some attractive extras, including unusually detailed how-to-draw instructions, a well-done family tree of the characters, an unusually well-chosen bibliography, and a once-over-lightly discussion of the original epic poem. There is also a happy choice of colorists in the book: Jose Mari Flores does the main story, and does it in suitable tones that complement the narrative well – but the prologue, which lays out the basis of the original Beowulf, is colored by Brian Kolm using an entirely different palette, a striking one that brings those few pages to life with exceptional skill. The Kid Beowulf series will, it seems, be mostly free of easy slapstick humor (assuming that a companion pig, introduced late in The Blood-Bound Oath, does not take on too large a role in future books); and as a completely new take on a very old story, Fajardo’s sequence may even interest young readers in going back to the original sometime, although not likely to the language in which it was written.

     Most monster stories for kids are played primarily for humor nowadays, and many of them appear, understandably, at or near Halloween. Some, though, have an undercurrent of seriousness, as does Enzo’s Very Scary Halloween. The adorable puppy, who narrates Garth Stein’s latest book as he narrated earlier ones in this series, does not really understand Halloween despite the explanations of Zoë and her father, Denny. Enzo’s impulse is to protect his people, and they certainly seem to him to need protection against the sneering pumpkins, fluttering ghosts and giant spiders that appear in the neighborhood as Halloween draws near. R.W. Alley does an excellent job of showing Enzo’s confusion as he tries to help in his usual, sometimes-misguided way, even though he does not really understand how to help, or even what sort of help is needed. For instance, Enzo is too scared to watch Denny carve a pumpkin, but when the carving is done, he thinks the pumpkin “has been transformed into a demon” by the magic wand that Zoë is carrying – Enzo says, “I fear that Zoë’s magic has accidentally released an evil pumpkin spirit inside our house.” The costuming of Zoë and her father also makes Enzo concerned, and when Zoë gets out Enzo’s costume, he tries to get away – but soon finds himself transformed into a dragon. Readers will agree that he is absolutely adorable, but Enzo himself is far from sure: “I want to think it’s fun. I really do. But I don’t feel the fun.” During trick-or-treating, Enzo becomes especially frightened when dressed-up kids hear him bark and teasingly say he is a fire-breathing dragon: “I am frightened by my own fearsome power!” Alley here shows Enzo fully changed to a dragon, of course only in his imagination; and soon Enzo is leading the costumed kids – also shown as if they really are witches, skeletons and the like – on a chase as he tries to get away from the monsters. Zoë catches up to Enzo and assures him he is not a real dragon, and all ends well as Enzo takes the lead of “the parade of pretend monsters” as they go from house to house trick-or-treating. But Stein is sensitive enough to Enzo’s well-developed personality – and to the fears of any kids ages 4-8 who may not fully understand Halloween – to have Enzo come out with a little gulp of uncertainty at the end of the book, when he is told that Halloween will come again next year.

     Halloween tales are usually more straightforward than Enzo’s Very Scary Halloween. For example, Anika Denise’s Monster Trucks is about monster trucks that really are, well, monsters. Nate Wragg’s illustrations are the big attraction here: if you ever wondered what a werewolf truck or vampire truck would look like, this is the place to find out. Denise pits the trucks against each other in a full-moon Halloween race – which takes an unexpected turn when the five huge, scary rigs are joined on the track by “a little blue bus, looking perky – and cute.” Something is clearly wrong here: the big-eyed bus (modeled on the old, boxy Volkswagen bus) certainly does not fit in with the much larger trucks that “sneer” and “snicker” and “leer” while looming over her: “She’s a MEAL ON WHEELS to this FRIGHTENING bunch.” But wait! Although she initially looks alarmed, the little blue bus soon proclaims that she is not scared, and off she goes around the track: “Hope you monsters are hungry – you’ll be EATING MY DUST!” And soon she leads the monster trucks “over rugged terrain” as her speed proves more than a match for theirs – and eventually, guess who wins the big race? Yes, the little blue bus – but how did she win it? Ah, that would be telling: Denise and Wragg prefer to show kids, at the very end of the book, that this innocent-looking little blue bus is not quite what she seems to be.

     Grimelda the witch, on the other hand, is exactly what she seems to be, which is messy. Very. She is a child witch, not a grown-up one, and she likes living in a grimy, moldy, slimy, smelly house: “Messed is best,/ I always say./ That’s the proper/ witch’s way.” The problem for Grimelda in Diana Murray’s book is that sometimes when things are messy, she cannot find the specific thing she is looking for. In this case, Grimelda needs some pickle root to make a pickle pie – but she just can’t locate it anywhere. Heather Ross seems to have had a great time showing the extent of Grimelda’s messiness: everything is sloppy, overstuffed and topsy-turvy, from Grimelda’s wearing of a single boot to the grass (or something) growing in her sink to the green slime oozing out of a pot and onto the floor and some books haphazardly tossed there. Of course, being a witch, Grimelda knows how to find the pickle root: use a finding spell. But for that she needs her spell book, and – hmm, where did that get to? Grimelda searches and searches, without success, although she does turn up last summer’s bathing suit and her missing stinkweed potpourri. Giving up, Grimelda decides simply to buy pickle root; but unfortunately, Zelda’s General Store is all out, and the pickle shoot she is offered instead just isn’t the same. So Grimelda is stuck: she has no choice but to clean her house. And she does, arranging her jars neatly and hanging up her clothes and matching all her socks (“it took all night and half a day”). Grimelda finds all sorts of things she has been missing, including her other boot, and eventually, yes, she does find the pickle root. And as a bonus, she locates her spell book, which has been stuck in her super-messy, never-combed hair!  “Her house was sparkling, neat, and clean./ The strangest sight she’d ever seen!” So all ends happily – or, well, no, at least not yet. Thank goodness for the rediscovery of the spell book, because now Grimelda can use it to weave a super-strong spell that completely messes up her house once more. Just the way she likes it! And now, at last, she can make that pickle pie – if she can only find the pickle root again….

     Picture-book amusements are on a different level from those of one-liners and knock-knock jokes, but all’s fair at Halloween, and kids who prefer slightly spooky writing without pictures (well, without many pictures – there are a few drawings of spider webs, costumed kids and such) will enjoy Rob Elliott’s Laugh-Out-Loud Spooky Jokes for Kids. There are the usual monsters here, handled in less than monstrously amusing fashion: “Where do monsters go sailing? On Lake Eerie.” “What happened when the vampires had a race? They were neck and neck the whole time.” “What kind of ghost always comes back to you? A boo-merang.” A few entries here are the slightest bit off-color: “What happens when an ogre eats beans? It’s gas-tly.” Some are not spooky at all: “Did you find the missing apples from the orchard? No – my search was fruitless.” And some are not Halloween-focused: “Mother: We’re having your aunt and uncle for Thanksgiving. Daughter: I was hoping we were having turkey and stuffing.” As a whole, this is a (+++) book, whose primary advantage is that it is small enough to carry in a back pocket or a trick-or-treat bag or pumpkin, to be read to Halloween companions while everyone waits to head out for the evening’s entertainment. It may not be particularly scary, but at least it’s a mildly amusing boo-k.

(+++) THE FOOD PRESCRIPTION


Healing the Vegan Way: Plant-Based Eating for Optimal Health & Wellness. By Mark Reinfeld. Da Capo. $22.99.

     One of the health fads of the moment is the 21st-century version of “you are what you eat.” Now, though, it is something along the lines of, “you are what your microbiota turn into, and that is determined by what you eat.” In other words, the trillions of helpful bacteria in the human digestive system are the key to human health, and eating should be done in such a way as to maintain the proper balance of those bacteria and keep them hale, hearty and healthy.

     Like other fads and crazes, dietary and otherwise, this one contains enough truth to be attractive and is simplistic enough to pull in people who refuse to see the human body as an enormously complex, interconnected series of circumstances, systems and setups. Unfortunately, these people are simply the reverse side of the proverbial coin, the obverse being those who believe that if you only take the right pharmaceutical medicine or combination of medicines, all your ills will go away.

     Life is not that simple, and neither is food. But without getting into the medical intricacies, suffice it to say that gastrointestinal health is a crucial element of overall body health, and maintaining and enhancing it is a way to be healthier overall. There is, however, a long distance between a way and the way, which is where the many books advocating a single approach to diet inevitably fall short. It is also where their introductions – which, unlike the books themselves, are often written by medical personnel – overstate the case. Mark Reinfeld’s Healing the Vegan Way is introduced by Michael Klaper, M.D., with the statement that, as regards “clogged arteries, high blood pressure, obesity, diabetes, and a host of inflammatory diseases” of the joints, skin and other organs, “The cause and cure of all these dreaded diseases can be summed up in three words: ‘It’s the food!’” And anyone who accepts those three words from this particular source as gospel now knows more than all other medical personnel put together and can now single-handedly cure everything that ails modern Western society – or at least, somewhat more modestly, everything that ails the person himself or herself.

     This sort of over-generalization undermines the genuine value of a book such as Healing the Vegan Way. The book is not for everybody; it will not cure all the ills of every person; it is not the sole route to better eating or better health in general; and its recipes will not appeal to everyone. It is simply one approach to more-healthful eating, one to be considered by people already committed to a vegan lifestyle or people on the road to being a vegan – perhaps they are vegetarians already – who would like to see some recipes designed to please the vegan palate.

     The first part of the book, where the advocacy lies, is nothing special, but provides a reasonably useful overview and introduction. This is where Reinfeld discusses the importance of eating a diet that is good for you, exercising moderately, having a positive attitude toward life, getting adequate rest, fighting stress, and being engaged in one’s community. All these are indeed elements of balanced, healthful living. Some of what Reinfeld says here falls into the realm of viewpoint pushing, however, or at least of preaching to the choir. For instance, he insists on the importance of meditation or spiritual practices – but while those are fine for some people, there are other forms of stress relief that are more useful and effective for others; here as in so any areas, one prescription does not fit all. More disturbingly, Reinfeld says “periodic cleansing” is a necessity for health, and this is one fad area that is subject to considerable dispute: Reinfeld does say to “consult a qualified health-care practitioner” before a cleanse, but the reality is that doing so will result, in many cases, in not doing a cleanse – this is scarcely a generally accepted way to treat one’s body.

     Beyond the introductory material here, beyond statements such as Reinfeld’s “there is a plant-based solution to every health challenge we face,” is a nicely put-together set of some 200 recipes. Readers who do not want a lecture can skip the book’s first 75 or so pages and turn right to them. Reinfeld presents his material unusually clearly – his “Grain Cooking Chart,” for example, is highly accessible and immediately usable. And he arranges the recipes in simple, easy-to-understand sections such as breakfast, “savory snacks and appetizers,” salads and sides, soups and stews, main dishes, and “desserts and sweet snacks.” As with any recipe book, there are hits and misses here – which is which will depend on each person. Breakfast, for example, can include chia pudding, multigrain grits or banana date breakfast muffins; among the salads and side dishes are watercress with pistachios and currants, ginger rainbow chard, broiled cauliflower with sun-dried tomatoes, and date glazed sweet potatoes; some of the main dishes presented are raw collard veggie rolls, lemon tempeh with kale and rice noodles, millet squash and broccoli, lentil walnut loaf, and broccoli rabe penne pasta with oil-free cream sauce. Readers who want to try the recipes should read them carefully, since some seem straightforward but have special needs that are not immediately obvious – for example, for banana mango ice cream, Reinfeld notes midway through the recipe that “this will only work in a strong blender or a gear juicer, such as a Champion.” Vegans and would-be vegans who evaluate the recipes before trying them will find a variety of healthful and good-tasting foods here. When stripped of all the dross associated with one-size-fits-all advocacy, Healing the Vegan Way has much to recommend it for anyone who does not believe that any single book holds every possible answer to every possible health situation and every possible person’s every medical condition.

(++++) CHAMBERS OF THE HEART


Bartók: String Quartets (complete). Chiara String Quartet (Rebecca Fischer and Hyeyung Julie Yoon, violins; Jonah Sirota, viola; Gregory Beaver, cello). Azica. $16.99 (2 CDs).

Between the Echoes—Music of Daniel Burwasser, Allan Crossman, David DeVasto, Michael Lee, and Georges Raillard. Navona. $14.99.

Sounds of a Different Universe—Chamber Works of André M. Santos. Ravello. $14.99.

     Sometimes an apparent gimmick turns out not to be one at all. That is the case with the Bartók quartet cycle by the Chiara String Quartet, which is called “Bartók by Heart” and makes much of the fact that the performers play the six quartets from memory. This is no doubt an impressive thing to see in concert, and indeed the recording follows a series of performances in which the Chiara String Quartet played the cycle without recourse to the sheet music. On an audio recording, however, the presence or absence of the score is undetectable and quite irrelevant: the readings stand or fall entirely on the basis of how they sound, not on the basis of how the performers look when offering them. What is interesting about these mostly excellent performances, though, is that the memorization routine really does seem to have freed up the four musicians to focus on the music’s communicative side, its inner as well as external structure, its reaching-out to the audience through the medium of the performers. This is a particularly close-knit ensemble in the first place – the second violinist and cellist are married – but the closeness does seem to rise to unusual heights in these recordings. Bartók demands more than mere attentiveness from string players: he requires bowing on the fingerboard, on the bridge, with martellato strokes, with delicacy at one moment and col legno playing at another. The six quartets are thus a tour de force of string techniques as well as musical communication with the audience, and these highly assured performances impress from both standpoints. Among the especially effective moments here are the third movement of the first quartet, which is based on a simple folk song called “Fly Peacock Fly” but displays the music with all the colors of a peacock’s tail; the opening of the second quartet, which starts in Brahmsian mode but rapidly becomes fragmented and dissonant, as well as the work’s second movement, which is energetic to the point of abandon; the overall sense of control in the third and shortest quartet; the grotesque effects of the fourth quartet, especially its cluster chords; the blazing finale of the fifth quartet; and the overall peculiarity of the sixth quartet, from its strange viola opening to its odd harmonics and its four movements all marked Mesto. Almost everything in the Chiara String Quartet’s Bartók cycle is convincing and truly seems to come from the heart – but not quite everything. Some of the tempos here are almost too quick – this works in transforming the opening of the second quartet, for example, but not always – and the players seem more comfortable, all in all, with forte than with piano. That is, a number of sections move from forte to fortissimo even though Bartók called for piano, then forte. The opening of the third quartet, for instance, is scarcely pianissimo here, and the start of the fifth quartet’s central Scherzo sounds overdone and is not really piano. But these are details and very definitely matters of interpretation and individual taste. The overall impression of this cycle is one of unity among the four players, a genuinely concerted effort to bring these often difficult-to-hear (as well as difficult-to-play) pieces to audiences with all the emotional complexity that Bartók put into them. These performances are indeed by heart, but that is a technical matter only. More importantly, they are from the heart, and that is what makes them so winning.

     Bartók’s quartets still sound very forward-looking indeed, but contemporary composers have pushed chamber music much further in the 21st century than Bartók did in the 20th. A new Navona anthology CD called Between the Echoes gives some sense of some of the ways modern composers are using small ensembles. One of the works here is actually a string quartet: Michael Lee’s Farewell… (the ellipsis is part of the title). But in contrast to Bartók’s terseness and careful organization, Lee here offers super-compression – the work lasts just six minutes – and a set of constant mood shifts that make it hard for an audience to hold onto the music long enough to respond strongly to it. This is despite a solid performance by violinists Vit Muzik and Igor Kopyt, violist Dominika Mužíková, and cellist Petr Nouzovský. A more interesting, if in some ways more conventional work is Allan Crossman’s Florébius for violin (Monica Gruber) and piano (Hillary Nordwell). The two movements here are intended to reflect the two characters through whom Schumann communicated his views on music: introverted Eusebius and outgoing Florestan. Also here is a performance  by the Arcadian Winds (Vanessa Holroyd, flute; Mark Miller, clarinet; Jane Harrison, oboe; Laura Carter, French horn; Janet Underhill, bassoon) of a quintet by Daniel Burwasser called Whirlwind. The short piece – three movements in less than nine minutes – has a particularly attractive finale, which achieves some classical poise despite its modern sound. A trio called His Branches Run Over the Wall by Daniel DeVasto, performed by Sam Stapleton on violin, Emmalee Hunnicutt on cello, and Seong-Sil Kim on piano, is a single movement of about the same nine-minute length, its dreamlike qualities inspired by the biblical tale of Joseph as the pharaoh’s dream interpreter. The CD concludes with Sinking Islands by Georges Raillard, a work for solo guitar (played by David William Ross) that manages to come across as meditative without being particularly thoughtful. This (+++) CD, like most anthologies of contemporary works, seems designed primarily to appeal to existing fans of these specific composers or to listeners who simply want to sample some of the varied chamber-music works being composed in our own time.

     A (+++) Ravello disc of the music of André M. Santos is even more of a “fan” production: it offers six of the composer’s chamber pieces that, individually and collectively, show Santos to have a distinctive sound that is nothing if not polarizing. Santos bends over backwards to be clever in both his titles and the construction of his music; those who think he succeeds will enjoy at least parts of the CD, while those who think he is mainly entertaining himself will find little here of interest. A Skeleton in the Closet is a trio for flute (João Vidinha), oboe (Salvador Parola),  and piano (Cândido Fernandes). It comes across as mostly a series of intermittent flourishes. Word Study: Manipulation, for classical guitar (Miguel Vieira da Silva), clarinet (Sérgio Neves), and accordion (Carisa Marcelino), is supposed to portray a psychological state, and does have some nervous energy at least part of the time; a similar intent underlies a piece for solo accordion (this time played by João Barradas) that is called Insiste, persiste e não desiste! This translates as “Insist, Persist and Don’t Give Up!” – but all but the most Santos-loving listeners will quickly give up on its formulaic repetitiveness. A more-successful solo work, this one for classical guitar (da Silva again), is Fantasias, whose three movements feature some highly unusual and interesting sounds from the instrument, although the individual movements and work as a whole do go on too long. Also here is a trio for clarinet (Bruno Graça), oboe (João Miguel), and piano (Fernandes again) called Lima, intended to evoke images of the city by mixing bits of traditional Peruvian music with often-strange extensions of the instruments’ usual sounds. The CD concludes with Sounds of an Annoyed Person for marimba and vibraphone (Marco Fernandes) and electronics (handled by Santos himself). The mixture may or may not provoke annoyance in listeners – it sounds more quizzical than irritating, although it does go on and on, and the inclusion of voices asking “are you ready for this?” and saying “let’s go” and similar inanities is just plain silly. One thing this work may well lead anyone interested in chamber music to do is to contemplate the sometimes strange directions in which small-ensemble music has gone since the days of Bartók’s string quartets.