The global transcendence of Edwin Fischer as artist, pianist and composer has always been blurred of this side of the Atlantic. The reason why may be explain three fortuitous circumstances; after the WW2 the genre of virtuosi performers gained ground exponentially speaking ; the emigrating soloists were overestimated due heroic reasons and there was a new generation of avid listeners disposed to enjoy the music from a new approach with a clear sign of irreverence (a la Gould, for instance).
On the other hand the impressive amount of conductors who emigrated to North America translated by far, the major attention of these new audiences, proud to have an ensemble conducted by Toscanini, Reiner, Koussevitzky, Stokowski, Ormandy, Mitropoulos or Walter.
And being Fischer a man of low profile, his last appearances were in Salzburg and other places of the old continent. Somehow, he embodied ed a vanished approach of playing the piano, and all his contributions to diffuse Bach and Mozart's piano music were relegated to a second level.
But fortunately for him and for us, Paul Badura Skoda was his spiritual inheritor and thanks to him we were able to get some invaluable recordings during the Fifties.
Fischer will be reminded far beyond his own historical age, because his personality, kindness and charm as human being and interpreter. He is part of the elite of the great poets of the piano. So, don't miss this or any other album which takes his name.