It’s pretty rare for a major concert hall to program more than ten minutes of music that was composed post-1900, and it’s even rarer to see an entire program of music that was composed post-1900. But at Carnegie’s Zankel Hall Monday evening, that’s exactly what the audience was treated to, courtesy of pianist Nicolas Hodges. Mr. Hodges, a versatile British musician, performed works from the turn of the 20th century and the turn of the 21st century. Mr. Hodges’s resumé of “modern” music is extensive, including his performance of the première of Thomas Adès's In Seven Days in London in 2008, but he is also known for his interpretations of Classical and Romantic composers. Mr. Hodges has a quiet and thoughtful presence at the keyboard – somewhat uncertain at times, but it’s always appreciated when a pianist seems to lend gravity to even the most minute details in the score. Sensitivity will always prevail over showiness in my book.
The bulk of Mr. Hodges's recital was comprised of Debussy's two books of Études, which the French composer wrote in 1915, three years before his death. The twelve technical and structural studies were dedicated to the memory of Chopin, whose own 24 Études are a milestone for any piano player. Debussy's Études, however academic or formal they may be, still exude the rippling, modal tendencies of Debussy's style. The first étude, “Pour les cinq doigts – d'après Monsieur Czerny”, begins with a simple repeated “do re mi fa sol fa mi re do”, much in the manner of an elementary Czerny étude. But gradually Debussyste “mistakes” are interspersed with these ascending and descending five notes. The theme becomes distorted and eventually mutates into something else entirely. Mr. Hodges’s execution of this and the other eleven Études was determined, detached, and often brilliant. Occasionally his hands, as they hopped from one end of the keyboard to the other, moved faster than the split-second of time it took for the sounds to reach my ears, so I could almost guess which notes were coming next. But Mr. Hodges captured perfectly the sensation of tumbling – falling, even – in an elegant fashion. Debussy’s music has always reminded me of the way light splits through a glass prism in unexpected multiplications and refractions; it doesn’t matter so much where the light lands if you focus instead on the light itself.