As a rule, Schubert leaves me about as "unconsoled" as it gets - but that's only because of a seemingly incurable temperamental lack of empathy on my part for most of his work, for which stance I have absolutely less than no excuse and which I have no doubt "pianistimo" is now adding to her (surely immensely long) list of the "sins" that I have committed. After listening to the big, late Piano Sonata in B flat, irrespective of who may have performed it, I almost feel an immediate need to listen to Elliott Carter's Concerto for Orchestra for something approaching consolation; by that I do not mean that the Schubert "disturbs" me profoundly or anything like that, but that it irritates me beyond all measure. I am not seeking to judge the piece or suggest that it is not a great work - merely that I simply cannot get my head around its alleged profundities and that it drives me nuts! I realise that this is a deeply disrespectful thing to have said, but it is honest and I can only ask others who will inevitably be incensed by my response to try to forgive it. That said, I remain fascinated by the directions in which Schubert seems to have been trying to go in those last months of his tragically short life when he seemed to begin to write far less and far finer music; another ten years and who knows what he might have achieved! As it is, I cannot but respect his legacy in its manifestations various in Mahler, Bruckner and Alkan...
Best,
Alistair