Damian Thompson Damian Thompson

Life’s a Beach

The composer's lifelong romantic style explains why demand for her music dried up, not, as some would like to think, prejudice

issue 25 May 2019

At the Wigmore Hall last Friday, the Takacs String Quartet and Garrick Ohlsson played a piano quintet that was once revered as a masterpiece but then fell out of fashion and wasn’t heard for decades. It’s by Amy Beach, a name which always makes me smile because it looks so incongruous underneath her photograph. ‘Amy Beach’ sounds like an old hippie who sells ethnic tapestries and hogs the limelight at her women-only Seattle book club. But the photos show a Bostonian society hostess straight out of Henry James: unsmiling, with eyes peeled for a social climber who picks up the wrong knife at dinner.

The 21st-century musical establishment portrays Beach (1867–1944) as a prisoner of social convention. At the age of 18 she married a rich 42-year-old doctor who banned her from becoming a concert pianist. He allowed her to compose, but the Brahmin social calendar came first. Yet despite these restrictions she wrote music that was celebrated all over America and also promoted the careers of other women composers.

All of which makes her sound like a musical hybrid of Emily Dickinson and Eleanor Roosevelt; perfect for Radio 3 or the South Bank.

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