{"id":46425,"date":"2024-03-17T19:53:35","date_gmt":"2024-03-17T19:53:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/manitimes.com\/winterreise-review-hiding-a-roiling-grief\/"},"modified":"2024-03-17T19:53:35","modified_gmt":"2024-03-17T19:53:35","slug":"winterreise-review-hiding-a-roiling-grief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/manitimes.com\/winterreise-review-hiding-a-roiling-grief\/","title":{"rendered":"\u2018Winterreise\u2019 Review: Hiding a Roiling Grief"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n
\n

It was a performance of hard-won wisdom. When the eminent pianist Mitsuko Uchida and the tenor Mark Padmore teamed up for Schubert\u2019s \u201cWinterreise\u201d on Friday at Zankel Hall, they brought the maturity of hindsight to a genre-defining work of young, unrequited love. The concert was part of Uchida\u2019s Perspectives series with Carnegie Hall.<\/p>\n

Schubert\u2019s cycle comprises 24 songs, most of them in minor keys, and derives from the natural world endless metaphors for heartache. The winter\u2019s journey of the title begins with a breakup, and the narrator spends the rest of the time ruminating upon the fallout. The narrator\u2019s beloved, he says, proved to be as fickle as a weather vane batted by the wind. His tears freeze and scald, and his numbness hides a roiling grief, like a river seething below a surface of ice.<\/p>\n

The piano part has the capacity to amplify or comment on the narrator\u2019s mental state, and Uchida used it to console him like a wise, empathetic friend. She eased into key changes with subtle decelerations. The octaves of \u201cDer Lindenbaum\u201d (\u201cThe Linden Tree\u201d) were transparent, rather than towering, and the rustling of branches had a dusky quality as though seen through the mollifying haze of a dream. In \u201cWasserflut\u201d (\u201cFlood\u201d), she handled chromatic semitones with utmost delicacy to minimize the impact of their dissonant pangs. Her performance came to a peak in \u201cDas Wirtshaus\u201d (\u201cThe Inn\u201d), where a slow, firm sequence of full-fingered chords provided ineffable comfort.<\/p>\n

The narrator\u2019s beloved dominates the first half, but in a curious twist, she largely vanishes in the second, as his despair consumes him and convinces him that he\u2019s destined for life as a social pariah.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n