There is always a temptation to make legends out of the past. Leaving our own youthful susceptibility and inexperience out of count, we are all too prone to attribute superhuman virtues to artists heard in years gone by.Yet when suddenly one of these legendary figures makes a Phoenix-like return to the musical scene, as Mme Youra Guller has done in recent months, opening up enough vistas in music such as Beethoven's last sonata in C minor to transform interpretation into an act of creation in itself, inevitably the question arises again: was there something about life in days before subsidized musical education, jet aeroplanes, concerts eight nights a week, and an unbroken flow of notes over the radio, that fostered quality in place of quantity? For younger musicians of today, to whom Youra Guller is no doubt a total stranger, she can best be placed in perspective by a sentence in Mr Gerald Moore's book, Am I too Loud? Describing a 'Pianoforte Society' series of recitals planned at Wigmore Hall not long after the First World War, he lists the seven artists invited to take part as Moritz Rosenthal, Emil Sauer, Artur Rubinstein, Josef Hoffman, Alfred Cortot, Solomon and Youra Guller…whatever she chooses to play whenever she returns to this country, young musicians should not miss the chance of hearing her. They may get an occasional wrong note, or a bar or two of less than streamlined virtuosity. But they will be rewarded with music-making of Promethean might. Joan Chissell 1966. Reproduced by kind permission of Times Newspapers Limited.
These recordings were made in September 1975, five or so years before her death. The finger-slips are not to me especially worrying, and are to be heard in the context of engaged and strong performances given at the age of eighty. Her Bach-Liszt enshrines elevated playing, a touch free and textually thickened in places. But there is clarity in her fugues, a quality that is sometimes occluded via her pedalling in the Preludes. This is perhaps an inevitable corollary of her age, but it hardly limits admiration for her playing as such. She evinces charm in the Mateo Albeniz Sonata, a very brief and delightful souvenir of her art on the smallest canvas imaginable. She is equally persuasive and imaginative in the Couperin, one of a sequence of baroque pieces for keyboard to which she brings precision and – in the case of the Rameau – pellucid dynamics. This is a good souvenir of Guller’s art. Despite its date it gives a reasonable indication of her repertoire interests, and the quality of her musicianship. Jonathan Woolf, Musicweb-international.com