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Fairclough, Pauline. Dmitry Shostakovich. Critical Lives. Reaktion Books, London, 2019. 191
This is a sensible and insightful book. Much of Shostakovich’s reception has been
distracted by political agendas wielded both for and against the man and his works, and
interpretation of the music has often been a fraught affair played for high stakes.
Pauline Fairclough deals with these ‘Shostakovich Wars’ (p. 9) calmly and judiciously,
without attempting to resolve “his divided existence” (p. 177) in favour of either his
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public or private side. She also, to the relief to the general reader doggedly interested in
the composer and his music, deals with them quickly, passing over the musicological
intricacies of, for example, the Volkov case in order to open up spaces in which the
music can be heard for what it was, is, and might be worth. There is much to be gained
from this slim volume, and hardly any theoretical weight to slow down the general
reader (the occasional mention of ostranenie (p. 152) and other culturally appropriate
terms).
Aside from the programme notes on individual works, which consist of the sorts
of explications that the general reader might desire (the string quartets are treated to
some wonderful interpretative prose), the book also includes genuinely new archival
material, in the form of a complete letter written by the composer in 1949 about a
potential trip to New York (pp. 96-97). Shostakovich’s film music is given space
alongside his concert music, all the better for the book’s portrait of the composer as a
Soviet artist. There is ample attention devoted to Shostakovich’s personal life, and
cipher, but simply as another register in which our understanding of the composer
needs to dwell. There is also a fair amount of discussion, mostly at the ends of the book,
but also scattered throughout, of what we might make of the composer’s music in our
currently political, financial and cultural contexts; one question concerns the music’s
understandable popularity and whether that itself poses an obstacle to our fuller
understanding. Fairclough’s own desire is “to challenge the idea, still commonly held,
that Shostakovich’s music is depressing, and that he himself was a broken man at the
end of his life.” (p. 11) In this respect, Dmitry Shostakovich is a success, for by the end
the general reader emerges with a clear picture about the composer’s status within
Soviet society in the 1960s and early 1970s: for example, his marriage in 1962, his slow
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rise within the Communist Party, the studied ambiguity – “so oblique as to be invisible”
(p. 136) – of his public position under Brezhnev, the profoundly brave decision to set
certain texts, the diagnosis of lung cancer in 1972 (p. 156), and so on. In the final couple
of chapters, some of the works are interpreted in terms of a return home full circle (p.
168), a kind of symbolic closure that perhaps seduces biographers more than listeners.
There are some interesting and tantalizing references over the course of the
book to writers and composers without whom Shostakovich would have become a
wholly different artist. Of the musicians, one encounters time and again the
interventions that Mahler made in his life (e.g. pp. 30, 54, 170). With additional space, it
would have been useful to dwell on this epic figure, considering the ways in which
gestures and archetypes) is found “not just in an opera’s message but in its very musical
fabric” (p. 52), thus affording his symphonic and vocal ‘texts’ the possibility of
functioning critically both within and against the social world – and affording critics a
One of the best things about this book is its treatment of ‘politics’ and ‘ethics’: not
as abstract monoliths against which Shostakovich did or did not measure up, but as
dynamic moving targets against which individual artistic statements rubbed in various
changing ways. In this respect, Fairclough explicitly plots her narrative of the
sequential – series of changes in the Soviet political scene. For her reader this means
that, for example, the Fifteenth Symphony (pp. 152-156) emerges with a sense not only
of its artistic significance but of why it could not have been written half a century
earlier. There is a fair smattering of hope across the narrative and its text, not only at
the obvious thresholds (both from one Soviet era to another, and from each chapter to
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the next (pp. 115, 149)) but within the music as it is presented descriptively. The
account of the Fifth Symphony (pp. 61-64), for example, is exemplary in its balancing of
political tension, musical intention, listeners’ responses, and critics’ reflections. The fact
that there is no single perspective tying these all together is itself a cause for hope – for
us.