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Romeo Alexandrescu reviewed a Lipatti recital at the Athenaeum

in Universul literar (May 3, 1941):
“Each of his performances brings up the legitimate question which anybody who followed his young but already superior career must ask themselves: just now, what more could he add to his playing, when from the very beginning he is at such a high level?”

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"Each of his performances brings up the legitimate question which anybody who followed his young but already superior career must ask themselves: just now, what more could he add to his playing, when from the very beginning he is at such a high level? Still, Dinu Lipatti has again and again proved that for a true artist there is no danger of stagnation and self-sufficiency, not matter how early he has defeated the rigours of craftsmanship, and that in art one can always go even farther.

We think neither of his concerts has ever symbolized such a total breaking away from the chains of matter, such a definitive proposing of a personal vision and spiritual input, as his most recent, at the Athenaeum. Never has the mechanic element been more happily subdued by, and more discreetly melted into, that expression of music as comes from deep within as in this concert. We can therefore argue that Dinu Lipatti has now moved to a significant phase in his life as an artist – he now presents his own personality for the world to see, he now lets us witness the expressive intimacy of his art […] Indifferent, as always, to impressing the public by choosing spectacular works, Dinu Lipatti was not afraid to play a programme that, even though fundamentally musical, sometimes proposed pieces of rather elementary structure and needing a rather simple technique; such programme didn’t lower him in our eyes for a second – on the contrary, it is a luxury only a true artist, whose prerogative is just to draw attention to the poetry and emotion, regardless of the catchy but simplistic attribute of sleight of hand, can afford. We felt this in the two Impromptus by Schubert, the first one a true Lied of piercing sensibility which Lipatti murmured with infinite sentiment and tranquil introspection, we felt this in the refined rendition of several works by Chopin, where he proved to be a pianist of grace and artistry...”