Back in the 1970s, on a routine visit to a record store in New York City, Allan Evans bought an LP recorded by a Hungarian pianist whose name meant nothing to him. But the moment he heard the music, he felt like he’d discovered a “musical Tutankhamen.” Sara Fishko tells the tale of how Evans unearthed the work of a extraordinary classical pianist who was nearly forgotten.
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