With his wild hair and frowning brow, French pianist François-Frédéric Guy bears more than a passing likeness to Ludwig van Beethoven, so it seemed entirely appropriate to be listening to a recital in which the Frenchman played three of the Old Radical’s most well-loved and well-known piano sonatas, nicknamed the ‘Pastoral’, the ‘Moonlight’ and the ‘Hammerklavier’. This was part of both the Southbank Centre’s ongoing and highly varied International Piano Series, and Guy’s personal voyage through the entire cycle of Beethoven’s piano sonatas.
It is common knowledge that Beethoven did not nickname his sonatas himself. The soubriquet was a pet device of publishers, keen to increase the popularity and saleability of a work. ‘Pastoral’, given to the work by Beethoven’s Hamburg publisher, is the most apt of the three, and refers to the rustic, rocking figure of the final movement.
The first movement had a romantic cast, gentle, lyrical, expressive, but lacking some of Beethoven’s trademark wit and mood swings. At times there was a pleasing bucolic roughness, especially in the ‘storm’ in the development section. Guy’s hands on the keyboard fascinated me from the outset: lifting his fingers high in the more rapid passages and sweeping across the keys in gestures redolent of the waving fronds of a sea anemone (my piano teacher would never allow me to play like that!). Some liberties with tempo in the Andante were not always successful, but the Trio was bright and crisp, with filigree semiquaver passages, a well-judged contrast to the outer sections. The Scherzo was playful and humorous with delicate articulation, the finale a romp through pleasant countryside.
This was very much the ‘settling in’ piece, for audience and performer, before the big guns of the ‘Moonlight’ and the ‘Hammerklavier’.
Too often the subject of clichéd, lugubriously romantic renderings, Guy brought something very special to the twilight opening movement of the Op. 27 no. 2. It is hard to play ‘famous’ pieces well: as a performer you want to do your best by the music while also making the work your own. Guy achieved this by allowing the music to simply emerge from the piano, shimmering and shifting on a single breath, expertly pedalled with a sensitively enunciated melodic line. The serial coughers, who were, sadly, the bane of the evening, were given a fierce warning glance from Guy at one point.
The middle movement lacked energy, and the transition from first to second movement (marked ‘attacca’ in the score, meaning ‘without any break’) was weak, so that the drama of the shift of mood was lost. The finale was energetic and precise: some of the semiquaver climaxes had an almost Lisztian sweep. In less capable hands, the tempo could have proved problematic, but Guy maintained a dramatic momentum throughout.