Symphony No. 1
Rachmaninoff’s first venture into
symphonic writing was with his First Symphony, written when he was in his
early/mid twenties, in 1895. The piece received its world premiere in 1897
in St. Petersburg with Alexander Glazunov conducting. Rachmaninoff’s reaction
to the initial failure of the work – which was depression and several
years away from composing – eventually waned and he began to compose for
orchestra again several years later. He never did get the opportunity to
revise the First Symphony as he wanted to; however under different, more
prepared conductors, the work has since been done justice. The score calls
for two flutes and piccolo, two oboes, two clarinets, two bassoons, four
horns, three trumpets, three trombones, tuba, timpani, percussion and strings.
Duration is approximately 41 minutes.
Though first performances and initial
judgments may be inept, most of the concert works and operas we most cherish
did not lack adherents in the composer’s lifetime. There are exceptions.
Berlioz’s The Trojans – neglected for decades after his
death, then resurrected as one of the peak achievements in French opera
– is a dramatic example. Rachmaninoff’s First Symphony may be
another.
The first performance, in St. Petersburg
in 1897, was a fiasco. The conductor, Alexander Glazunov (better known
– and better – as a composer and teacher) was ill-prepared and out of
sympathy with the work. Rachmaninoff, 24 years old, fled the hall when
it was over. Among the reviews was one by Cesar Cui reading in part:
If there were a conservatory in Hell,
if one of its talented students were instructed to write a program symphony
on the “Seven Plagues of Egypt,” and if he were to compose a symphony
like Mr. Rachmaninoff’s, then he would have fulfilled his task brilliantly
and would bring delight to the inhabitants of Hell.
Two months later, Rachmaninoff confided
to a friend:
I am amazed how such a highly talented
man as Glazunov can conduct so badly. I am not speaking now of his conducting
technique (one can’t ask that of him) but about his musicianship. He feels
nothing when he conducts. It’s as if he understands nothing . . . So I
assume that the performance might have been the cause of the failure. (I
do not say for certain; I am just assuming.) If the public had been familiar
with the symphony, then they would have blamed the conductor (I continue
to “assume”); if a symphony is both unfamiliar and badly performed, then
the public is inclined to blame the composer
As late as 1908 Rachmaninoff considered
revising the First Symphony. Instead, he decided to bury it. And it vanished
– until, several years after his death, the original orchestral parts
were discovered in the library of the Leningrad Conservatory. And so Rachmaninoff’s
First Symphony received its second performance in 1945, and was first published
two years later.
In a challenging commentary, the British
composer Robert Simpson has proposed that the symphony is – not to mince
words – Rachmaninoff’s highest achievement, his “one large-scale masterpiece,”
achieving
A genuinely tragic and heroic expression
that stands far above the pathos of his later music. . . . It never lapses
into facile sentiment . . . And at no time is it ever less than intensely
personal, strongly compelling. . . . [It] might still come to be regarded
as the strongest by a Russian since Tchaikovsky. I don’t think such a
claim is too high; at any rate, one is left with the feeling that here
is a grand master, that if Rachmaninoff had followed this work with advancing
successors, he would have been one of the great symphonists of the first
half of the twentieth century.
Simpson’s claims – even the implicit
assertion that Rachmaninoff here bears comparison with Shostakovich at
his most existentially intense -- deserve to be taken seriously.
Like the Second and Third Symphonies,
the First begins with a short motto theme. As with the Second Symphony
and Third Piano Concerto, the opening material overtly permeates the entire
work. The score bears the biblical epigraph “Vengeance is mine, I shall
repay” – and the stern, curling motto is surely a “Vengeance” theme.
It typically infiltrates as a disturbance – turning the symphony into
a battleground. The concentrated, sometimes savage intensity of this musical
warfare is (as Simpson says) more personal than picturesque. Rachmaninoff,
in the most important music he had yet attempted, is playing for the highest
possible stakes.
The symphony’s introduction, beginning
with the motto, is curt. (Its only other element is a sinking triple-forte
chord whose existential passage from major to minor happens to evoke another
momentous motto theme: of the finale to Mahler’s Sixth Symphony, composed
seven years later.) The first movement’s main subject, introduced by the
clarinet, is a folkish derivative of the Vengeance theme. The second subject,
in a slower tempo, is languorous and “oriental” after the fashion of
Borodin or Rimsky-Korsakov – except for its utilization: it, too, proves
malleable and recurrent, a prime ingredient in the dense thematic web unifying
all four movements. Think of it, if you wish, as a benign or amorous counterpart
to the Vengeance motto and its offshoots.
The development, which is both fiery
and broad, begins with a crash and a furious fugato. Its climax is a massive
carillon: an early taste of Rachmaninoff’s lifelong intoxication with
Russian bells; a backward glance at Rimsky, whose operas Rachmaninoff conducted
with distinction.
The symphony’s second movement is one
of Rachmaninoff’s whirring high-velocity waltz-derivatives (cf. the Second
Suite for two pianos and the Symphonic Dances). This one
is wonderfully and subtly sinister: the Vengeance motto, in the background,
is a sleeping giant. Its growlings, midway through, instigate a prolonged
perturbance.
The symphony’s Larghetto is
arguably Rachmaninoff’s most lyrically intense slow movement. The theme
is a variant of the first movement’s “oriental” second subject. The
Vengeance motto again supplies eruptive undertones, turning the middle
section into an episode of pleading and rebuff. The reprise builds to a
climax of incomparable amplitude. The coda summarizes the movement’s lights
and darks.
The finale resounds with competing strains
from the previous movements. Its coda (Largo) is apocalyptic. Rachmaninoff
loved to distend climactic recurrences of his themes. They can sound artificially
puffed up. Here, the climactic, slow motion peroration of the Vengeance
motto is a fated and irresistible exhalation. It pounds the symphony into
silence.
A
tantalizing suggestion of a road not taken, this emotionally exhausting
symphony is notably acquiring advocates. The current season includes performances
by Valery Gergiev with the London Symphony, by Edo de Waart with
the Orchestre de la Suisse Romande, by Neeme Jarvi with the London Philharmonic,
and no fewer than seven performances by Gianandrea Noseda (in St. Petersburg,
London, Stockholm, Manchester, and Chicago) in addition to his three with
the Pittsburgh Symphony. Noseda has also recently recorded the Rachmaninoff
First with his BBC Philharmonic in Manchester. He is a fresh convert to
the work. “It astonished me greatly,” he says. “It has such melodic
beauty, the harmony is so refined, the structure is so well controlled
and fluent -- a great symphony!”
- Joseph Horowitz
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