Taussig's endeavor is certainly commendable, his skill unquestionable: or, from a slightly different perspective, one is tempted to suggest that Bach's stunningly beautiful Art of Fugue exhibits the uncanny tendency to automatically redress interpretive weaknesses.
And just a couple of minor weaknesses I have found. First: how the playing can be muddled, rushed and (clumsily) uneven in places (I am thinking of Contrapunctus 1, which never really seems to get off the ground) represents for me an intellectual challenge: doesn't this revolutionary recording technique enable the separate treatment of each voice?
Second: as one reviewer notices, the rendition is a little on the romantic side, although not consistently so.
But these are indeed trifles. Overall, this cd is a remarkable achievement. Yet, it is enough to listen to Gould's late (piano) recording of Contrapunctus 1 vis a vis Taussig's to grasp the difference between the superhuman and the merely human. The comparison stirs up old, still anxious questions: why is it so arduous to even come close to Glenn Gould's sound? What was his secret? Why did he die without recording the entire Art of Fugue on his piano? Why did he die at all?
These are devastating questions, which can only be reiterated. Questions that Taussig, through his frank, even passionate Art of Fugue, seems to be rephrasing in dignified, wistful ways.