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| Cello Sonata: Second Movement |
One could hardly believe that so simple and suave a melody could have been written in the stormy years after the war, when music was suffering from just another attack of such convulsions as the Duchesse de Choiseul complained of when Gluck was leading opera into the fields wherein Wagner, nearly a century later, reaped so fruitful a harvest.[2] And with what ingenious beauty of harmonic device does Ireland proceed to elaborate this charming idea! Then in the last movement, in an atmosphere of increased rhythmical tension, he returns to use up material taken from the first and thus rounds off a work in which there is not a redundant bar or an incongruous phrase. There are many other qualities, too, which one might note in this sonata, in particular the solidity of the diatonic idiom (which at the same time is perfectly individual to himself and conveys no suggestion of reminiscence) and the firm control of rhythm, admirably illustrated in the flowing lines of the slow movement. Its weakness in performance - and here I am speaking of my own personal experience - is that the piano part is apt to overbalance that of the ’cello. A passage like this (B) for instance,
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| Cello Sonata: Third Movement |
…comes off ungratefully for the string instrument, and there are many others in the first and third movements where the elaboration of the piano writing detracts from the unity of ensemble. We may ascribe this in part to the special difficulties, already alluded to, that beset the composer writing for piano and ’cello, and also to the fact that Ireland is not primarily a musical colourist and is chiefly interested in other things than timbres. Insensitiveness is perhaps too strong a word to use in this connection. At the same time, it does remain a defect, the outstanding defect in Ireland’s work, appearing in many places, not least in his songs where the beauty of many is clouded by piano accompaniments which obscure the fine drawing of the vocal line.
He seems to have become aware of
this in his latest songs, and in settings to such poems as “Friendship in
Misfortune ” and “ The One Hope,” [3] both of which echo with deep sincerity
the dark moods that inspire the words, he has returned to the simplicity of an
earlier manner, though he has now thrown off the influences which that
betrayed. In spite of this, his songs, which must number at least sixty, form a
remarkable collection for the variety of moods they mirror, as also for the
fidelity with which he always treats the poet’s line. Though Ireland belongs to
a generation which cannot but be sensible to the current of folksong, against
which only our younger composers can successfully struggle, he never definitely
surrenders to it. He goes, of course, to the country, but he does not pretend
to be a countryman. A song like “The Vagabond” [4] is a good example of the
rarely shown picturesque side of his art. “The Land of the Lost Continent,” [5]
a cycle of six songs taken from A Shropshire Lad, without being in any
way bucolic have a ring about them that is always English and sometimes
Purcellian. To this category belongs “Ladslove,” where the long rhythmic curves
of the vocal line wonderfully fit the deliberate movement of the poem. Of
another sort is “Santa Chiara,” [6] certainly an exception to the
generalization that his accompaniments are inclined to be out of perspective
with the voice, a song which recaptures in more subtle form the impressionist
feelings which ran through his popular piano pieces of 1919, the already
mentioned Chelsea Reach and Soho Forenoons.
But the works which have done the
most to make Ireland’s reputation as a composer of other things than miniatures
are, as I have already said, his two sonatas for piano and violin, though he
reverses the usual precedence and puts the violin first. The first is well made
and effective to play, and it was this work which raised the enthusiasm of my
Viennese friend whose remark I repeated at the head of this article. The second
sonata, however, has many more qualities than this, and on the whole, we may take
the judgment of English music-lovers, which considers this as easily his best
work, to be justified. The first movement has the same grimness that underlies
a good deal of the ‘cello and piano sonata and is found in its most undiluted
form in the E Minor piano trio. [7] But we must remember, for one thing, that
it reflected the war spirit, and for another that music, tending always to the
sweetness of insipidity, as the impulse of inspiration leaves it, has been
particularly emphatic in avoiding this imputation in its reaction against
romanticism. Ireland is inclined to be harsh, rugged, and grim. Sometimes he
overdoes it, but not in this violin and piano sonata. The second movement by
contrast is a beautiful piece of lyrical writing, strongly felt, richly endowed
with melody, and worked out with the utmost nicety of skill. The cadenza-like
passage in the middle for the violin alone, climbing to the C an octave above
the C in alt and followed by a bar’s silence, is one of those touches that make
this movement one of the greatest achievements in contemporary English music.
Then comes the finale, where a tonic and dominant theme gives an atmosphere of
quite irresistible jollity. The whole of this last movement is a proof of two
things - that music can still be unsophisticatedly gay without dropping into
banality, and that it is possible for a composer to be as diatonic as you
please without suffering the same fate.


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