SOUNDING FINE

Ever since Lorin Maazel took over the New York Philharmonic, critics have lined up for and against and in between. Today's Financial Times review of their performance of Berlioz's "Roméo et Juliette" puts the case on both sides as well as anything I've read: The maestro "is a bit like that girl with a curl. When he's good, he's very good indeed, and when he's bad he's tawdry."

But read the full review, which tells how Maazel "brought out the virtuosic best" in a "variable orchestra" and "mustered a gutsy performance on a vast scale." The reviewer also offers this "incidental intelligence: in their possibly misplaced zeal to abandon Lincoln Center in favour of Carnegie Hall, Philharmonic apologists have wasted no effort to disparage the acoustics of Avery Fisher Hall. After a concert that sounded as fine as this, I think they may protest too much."

Here's some incidental intelligence of my own: I ran into Emanuel Ax at my local gym and asked him what he thought of the acoustics of Zankel Hall, which has been the subject of so much critical hemming and hawing in recent weeks.

I figured Ax's opinion was worth something, and not just because he has to have a great pair of ears to be the pianist he is: Ax performed, both as a soloist and as Renée Fleming's accompanist, in the concert that inaugurated Zankel Hall last month.

Ax said he loves the hall, thought it sounded great from the stage and -- having attended several other concerts -- from the orchestra seats; he didn't mind the subway rumbling nearby -- which he found barely audible and not worth worrying about -- and rolled his eyes about the critics. "They've got to say something," he said, and smiled as he said this. It was a gentle form of indulgence. (Click on his name above, and you'll hear why.)

October 7, 2003 10:25 AM |

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'WILD SIDE' STILL ROCKS 

Nelson Algren was one of the great American authors of the 20th century, it is no exaggeration to say, and among the most neglected. Consider his underrated classic, "A Walk on the Wild Side." The title -- popularized and co-opted as an idiomatic phrase by Hollywood and Madison Avenue (institutions Algren loathed) -- is familiar to most anyone who speaks English or knows Lou Reed's lyrics. But the novel itself? Hardly.

BUSTER KEATON REVISITED 
Buster Keaton: Tempest in a Flat Hat is not a biography. "This book is merely a fan's notes," Edward McPherson writes in the introduction, although his publisher ignores the disclaimer and calls it a biography on the cover. In fact, the book is a bit of both, a difficult combination to bring off unless you're David Thomson, who set the standard with Rosebud, his penetrating rumination on the life and career of Orson Welles, which was nothing if not a distillation of every obsessive thought he ever had about the myth and the man and all his movies.
LAUREN BACALL, STILL SALTY AT 80 
When Lauren Bacall writes that her singing voice ranges "somewhere between B minus sharp and outer space," she's being candid and funny. It's not every stage star with two Tony Awards for best actress in a musical whose vocal talent offers so little promise. (OK, Harvey Fierstein excepted.) Still less would one admit it.
THE STARS ACCORDING TO BOGDANOVICH 
Peter Bogdanovich's superb collection of movie-star profiles and interviews -- a sequel to Who the Devil Made It, his interviews of top film directors -- begins with an affectionate tale about Orson Welles that reminds us just how intimate the author's connection to Hollywood's greatest has been. But contrary to what we've come to expect from dime-a-dozen celebrities and celebrity interviews not worth two cents, the tale avoids bromidic egotism and journalistic platitudes.
SAMMY'S WHITE DREAMS 
Four decades ago Lenny Bruce sentenced Sammy Davis Jr. to "30 years in Biloxi," stripping him of "his Jewish star" and "his religious statue of Elizabeth Taylor." Now we have two new biographies of Davis that spring him from ridicule, if not from doubts about his legacy, and restore a measure of dignity to a black entertainer whose huge fame and success never overcame his devout wish -- indeed his lifelong effort -- to be white.
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