In yesterday’s review of the new Carlos Kleiber biography-with-correspondence in the Wall Street Journal, I made passing reference to a conductor who caught Kleiber’s eye in the 1990s and aroused his unqualified respect.
Here’s what he had to say:
I don’t love Mahler, but this time I succumbed, thanks to Tenn. He is a most sympathetic conductor, never “clever” or perfunctory, never self-conscious, his love for the piece makes it irresistible (the piece), there are plenty daemonic ghosts around him (as there were around Gus Mahler), nerve, lilt and grit, body language sans exhibition, it’s all there, GENUINE, enough of it for other “eminences” to cut bug pieces off without diminishing Tenn’s funds.
In short: at last someone to admire! … I hate going overboard like this) (Corresponding with Carlos, page 211)
I so wish Inge were still alive to read this.