Seventy years ago – exactly on September 25th – Béla Bartók passed away, a Hungarian composer attributable to that musical phenomenon of the nineteenth century usually defined as the “national schools,” which involved those European countries that, until that moment, had remained substantially on the margins of Western music history, which was primarily centered on Italy, Germany-Austria, and France. If Chopin was the precursor to this phenomenon, Bartók was probably its last highly authoritative exponent but, as with the great Polish composer, it would be extremely reductive for him too to consider his music, his art, exclusively attributable to this phenomenon.
Bartók is certainly one of my most beloved composers, and that is why I am here to propose a musical journey that will touch what can be considered among his greatest masterpieces; and before starting there, where the essay Massimo Mila dedicated to him in 1961 ends, I must note that, unfortunately, despite 54 years having passed since then, in Italy, the writings dedicated to him are truly, to say the least, meager, and his rightful consideration and fame are relegated to very few of his musical works.
Massimo Mila concludes: «(...) the greatness of this artist lies not so much in having opened a path for others to follow, as in having found for himself, while participating in all the trends and attempts of modern music, an artistically valid solution to the problems of musical language: a solution that can never be identified with either of the two main poles between which his musical journey unfolded (...) tonal neoclassicism on one hand, and dodecaphonic expressionism on the other. Expressionist but not dodecaphonic, tonal but not classical.(...)» (Massimo Mila: L’arte di Béla Bartók. Bur saggi)
My first listening proposal is the Rhapsody for piano Opus 1 from 1904.
As in the case of Beethoven, the catalogue number must not be misleading: the Hungarian composer had already composed other works, but it is with this work that he achieved the «perfection of the nationalistic period». His musical roots drew life from Liszt, Wagner, and Richard Strauss, but his love, never denied and deeper still, went to the music of Beethoven and Schumann.
The Bartók of this work did not yet know «the authentic folk song of the Hungarian countryside with its flavorful dialectal roughness»; this happened later, but he reached in this music a degree of perfection—certainly not comparable to what occurred later, but which nonetheless deserves careful and respectful listening.
Happy listening then to those who will do so and ... until the next episode.