Ravel’s exquisite escapism
Months ago, near the start of lockdown, I was listening to Ravel’s . Perhaps it was the uncertainty of the moment, that feeling of bewildered disconnection from the world, but when the music reached the final , I found myself in the grip of uncontrollably intense emotion., a place which was, for those magical three-and-a-half minutes, a realm more vivid than the brute facts of the latest case numbers or the cancellation of musical life as we knew it.
