Photo by Joshua Paul
The Death of Klinghoffer is again before us, insistent, moving, inescapable. Nobody of consequence has ever challenged the intense musical power of John Adams opera; within a different dramatic context, absent the outcries of Palestinian terrorists singing so passionately the basis of their hatreds, of their belief that America is one big Jew, this opera of 1991 would be everywhere recognized as a dramatic score of foremost quality. Yet the work survives in an aura of hatred. Michael Steinbergs program note for the original Nonesuch recording of the opera struck an ironically prophetic note: On whichever date you read these words, he wrote concerning the tragedy of Leon Klinghoffer, there will be a new installment in the morning paper.
Now Klinghoffer has been reborn, in a version that, beyond all previous stagings and certainly beyond all carefully unstaged concert renditions creates the best possible context for the works greatness. Another irony: Adams and the British filmmaker Penny Woolcock were creating this version in London when the news of 9/11 broke; it took only a moments hesitation before the decision was made to continue. The result, which played at last years Sundance Festival, is now available on a DVD issued by Decca.
The film offers the strengths of Klinghoffer, by more and by less. By more is the fact that the score has been drastically reworked; dramatic reordering has occasioned musical reordering as well, and the results are spellbinding. Much use has been made of news footage: A Palestinian sings of his familys being dispossessed by new Jewish settlers in 1948, and there are shots to support his words. The passengers aboard the hijacked cruise ship sing of their sufferings of generations past, and shots of Nazi pogroms are intercut. By less is a minor deprivation: The opera has been shorn of 20 shearable minutes.
More to the point, the action of the opera itself has been moved onto a plane of reality far away from Peter Sellars original, somewhat idealized conception. The murder of the wheelchair-ridden Leon Klinghoffer actually takes place center stage not offstage, as in Sellars version and then his final tragic invocation, May the Lord God and His creation, is sung by his murdered body as it slowly descends through clear Mediterranean waters. Once again, as with the opera since its creation, the eloquent Sanford Sylvan inhabits the personage of the good, tragic Klinghoffer fiber by fiber; no less powerful is the steel-and-granite Marilyn Klinghoffer of Yvonne Howard. Adams himself conducts.
Stunning opera making, stunning moviemaking: I am tempted to regard this remarkable piece of silvery plastic as a major forward step in the dissemination of an artistic commodity through the popular media. The fluidity the easy transition between the reality of trapped, innocent people on a cruise ship in the hands of equally confused captors and the social forces that have brought them to this point; the transitions as well between these people at this point in their lives, and the state of their lives yesterday and the week before is an element wedded to film. It is brilliantly managed here.
At the end there is nearly an hours worth of auxiliary material, every word of it relevant to the matter at hand, with filmmaker and composer especially inflamed by the splendor of the work they have created. Most moving also are the words of librettist Alice Goodman, whose life has been drastically changed by the fate of Klinghoffer, the citizen and the opera. A nice Jewish girl from Chicago in 1991 (with the enormous triumph of the Adams/Sellars Nixon in China to rest upon), she has assumed the brunt of the reproach leveled at Klinghoffers controversial message and stands by her words. Whether because or despite, she has in that time abandoned Judaism and now preaches at an Anglican church in London, to a largely Palestinian congregation. She comes off in the video as someone youd love to meet, and someone you have to believe.
One no longer looks to the major record labels for the thrill of discovery; the latest withered harvest includes such redundant items as a couple of Rach concertos, a Brahms or two, not one but two boxes of the Beethoven nine and, for leavening, an unspeakable item called The Idiots Guide to Classical Music, offering no fewer than 99 Greatest Themes. Who could ask for anything more?
Amid the tired chaff, however, there gleams one item of genuine value and delight, the more so as a brand-new offering from EMI Classics, a label whose main activity these days seems to be living in its own past. In a two-disc set, Michel Plasson conducts the chorus and orchestra from the city of Toulouse in an enchanting collection of choral works by Hector Berlioz, short, mostly unfamiliar, and amazing for their range of subject matter and musical style. Here is Berlioz at 24, inflamed with the Romantic urge, turning cries of victoire and triomphe into a pageant of the Greeks battle for independence. A year later, his pen again catches fire as the dying Orpheus is torn apart by the sex-mad Bacchantes in a cantata that lost him the Prix de Rome on his first application. By 1830, his adoration of Shakespeare (via the Juliet of Henriette Smithson) has led him to his Symphonie Fantastique, but also to delectable small vocal pieces depicting the death of Ophelia and a fabulously dark-colored Funeral March for Hamlet with wordless chorus. (Those last two works form part of a suite called Tristia Sad Things which figures on the Philharmonics January 22 program.)
These are among the treasures in this new collection, along with a Ballet of the Shades for voices and piano that could be an outtake from the spooks celebrations in the Fantastique, and an exquisite setting of a Victor Hugo poem Sara at Her Bath that shocked Leipzig audiences in 1834. A couple of pompous patriotic pieces one a memorial to Napoleon, the other to celebrate the opening of Frances first railway line call forth a more workaday aspect of Berliozs writing, the work of a man who did not always eat as well as he wished. To the well-planned anniversary celebrations hereabouts of this hard-to-define French genius, such a marvelous disc release is a valuable adjunct; it spreads, far wider than we might have previously realized, our estimate of the breadth of his vision.
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