With an adept pen, a sing-song voice and considered judgement, Christian Merlin is well known in the sphere of music criticism. He has been at Le Figaro since 2000; he’s a columnist for France Musique and a regular contributor to Lionel Esparza’s critic’s club on the channel; he also reviews CDs and writes for specialist publications Diapason and L’Avant-Scène Opéra.
In this first part of a long interview published in two parts, Merlin talks about his experience of music criticism and the issues faced in this unusual profession.
CM: The first was in no way intended for publication: it was in a notebook where I wrote down my impressions of concerts. I was in my first year after the baccalauréat, at the lycée Louis-le-Grand, and I would go out in the evenings: the Orchestre de Paris made cheap seats available two hours before the performance, so you could get into the front five rows at Salle Pleyel. Pretty early on, I started to feel the need to write down my impressions. The first time must have been in 1983 or 1984, a Mahler 5. I’d come to the concert because I liked the work a great deal and it was to be Rafael Kubelik conducting. I adored him, he was a great Mahlerian, but by then, he was an old man and often ill. He cancelled – and I remember being really upset! But then there was that first trumpet call… and from the first tutti, I was utterly captivated, bowled over! For a long time, previously, I had preferred listening to records than going to a concert hall, but that moment changed everything. I had never had this physical sensation of the waves of sound breaking over me in the hall. After that, I started writing my memories of the concert in the notebook – summarily and clumsily, no doubt – but soon, I found that memories weren’t enough. That’s when I started to develop them into a more structured form, taking inspiration from the reviews that I read in the newspapers.
Was it reading other reviews that impelled you to write?
Absolutely! We have to go back a bit: after an adolescence when I had moved away from classical music, I came back to it in the year after high school, because I had some friends who were real music lovers. That made me realise that I had missed out on something important and I wanted to make up for lost time. I started building a record library and to do this, I bought some record guides which contained reviews. That made me realise the importance of interpretation, which I found intriguing. I listened to programmes like the Tribune des critiques des disques, reading Pierre Petit’s reviews in Le Figaro, which my father brought home every day. I bought Diapason and Le Monde de la Musique and threw myself on the record reviews. It was reading those critics that gave me confidence in the idea that it was fascinating to try to put music – and particularly musical interpretation – into words. I wasn’t comparing only the different interpretations, but also the way that critics described them, and I was trying to put things into my own words, both spoken and written. In those student years, I was living in university accommodation, and when I was writing up my notes after coming back from a concert in the evening, my friends were usually awake. One day, one of them told me that “you know, your relationship with music is completely intellectual”, and I replied that he was completely wrong: “It’s the exact opposite. My response to music is completely sensual, and it’s only later that I have the need to put things into words, to analyse, to understand what pleased me or moved me, what was special about its execution… but that’s the second stage, after a shock that is totally physical”. And that view has stayed with me to this day.
What do you think is the purpose of the concert review? Is it to put across this sensual experience to the reader?
Of course! The critic’s role is three-fold: to narrate, to analyse and to judge. To narrate, because a concert (or opera performance) is a one-off experience, an evening which is alike no other. In fact, therefore, one of the functions of a critical review is to make the readers part of that experience, to make them feel as if they were there. To analyse is absolutely essential. It’s the beginning of everything, since one has to try to understand what the artist was trying to accomplish and the specifics of what one has heard and seen. And finally, to judge, because analysis on its own is not enough. The critic should evaluate, assess, do justice to what they themselves have felt. I don’t believe that a fully objective and impartial review can exist. That may sound brutal, but one has to come off the fence, to pronounce, not to hesitate to say “clearly, the artist wanted to do xyz, he had such and such a concept of the work, but I didn’t buy it”. But one has to explain why, that’s the number one priority, not to treat a matter of taste as an absolute. That’s why judgement comes last, after narration and analysis: in my view, a review which is not properly argued is null and void.
Are your expectations the same for a concert review and a record review?
Not entirely. A record review is far more about the absolutes of interpretation. For a long time, the ambition of record critics was to determine a reference recording. Early on, I have questioned this idea – at least in the singular – I believe that any work can have more than one reference recording. Besides, tastes change, so one has to take care. It’s inevitable that any new record will take its place in a pre-existing discographic landscape which is often vast. So one starts to compare, to examine how this recording writes its name in the history book of interpretations. A concert review is more disconnected from all that, since it deals not with a manufactured object whose purpose is permanent, but with a transient moment, a moment which is unique and not reproducible. One can make a live recording, of course, but it becomes a different entity. Sergiu Celibidache had it right when he supported the idea that music happens in a given point in space and time and that a recording is nothing more than a pale copy which, at its fundamentals, betrays the here and now of the concert.
That doesn’t exclude the use of comparisons. For artists that one has seen several times, one’s going to be able to think “Well, today he was off form, he messed up such and such” or “he took things at faster tempi than usual”. Sometimes, one can be plagued by memories: I’ve had a problem with Fauré’s Requiem ever since I heard it was performed by Carlo Maria Giulini in 1985 or 1987. It was so magical! Even now, every time I go to hear the Requiem in concert, I tend to think “the trouble is, it’s not Giulini”. That’s a bad mistake! The concert review should live in the moment, the fleeting instant. That’s the beauty of the ephemeral and the attraction of the concert – but it’s also the stuff of criticism, which is to try to restore what has passed.