Alemania
A Hidden Gem
Jesse Simon
In the past several years, the Deutsche
Oper Berlin and director Christof Loy have been mining the neglected margins of
the early-twentieth-century operatic repertoire … and more often than not
they’ve managed to strike gold. Their winning streak was recently extended with
Respighi’s La Fiamma, the first new production of the Deutsche Oper’s
2024/25 season; but if Mr Loy’s articulate staging gave the evening its sense
of occasion, the central attraction turned out to be the opera itself. Under
the guidance of conductor Carlo Rizzi, both orchestra and singers revealed a
work that in no way deserves the neglect it has suffered during the past
half-century.
Although Respighi’s principal claim to
immortality lies with his popular orchestral evocations of Rome, opera was a
consistent presence throughout his career; but of the eight operas he composed
between 1905 and his premature death in 1936 – many of which had moderate
success in their day – all now reside in the rare-to-extremely-rare circle
of operatic limbo. La Fiamma, the last opera Respighi completed in his
lifetime, enjoyed considerable popularity in the years leading up to the Second
World War, and even received a studio recording in the mid-1950s, but has since
fallen into near-complete obscurity.
Yet of all the early-twentieth-century
rarities disinterred by the Deutsche Oper in recent years – the list includes
Korngold’s Das Wunder der Heliane, Schrecker’s Der Schatzgräber,
and Zandonai’s Francesca da Rimini – La Fiamma demanded the fewest readjustments on the part of a
twenty-first century audience. The narrative and its underlying attitudes
seemed far less dated than anything in Korngold and Schrecker; and if the
illicit love at the heart of the story tended more towards the melodrama of Francesca
than the universality of Tristan, Respighi’s level-headed treatment of
the material set it apart from both the overblown passions of late verismo and
the fashionable gloom of late romanticism. In La Fiamma, one found a compact, clearly-recounted parable paired
with a score than rarely resorted to bombast to give the drama its charge.
The libretto, written by Respighi’s
frequent collaborator Claudio Guastalla, is based on Anne Pedersdotter,
a play about accusations of witchcraft in sixteenth-century Norway; however
Respighi and Guastalla, for reasons best known to themselves, decided to set
the events of the play in the Exarchate of Ravenna sometime during the seventh
or eighth centuries. References to Pope Martin (removed from Rome in AD 653),
the empress Irene (ruled 769–802), and the exarchate itself (conquered by
Lombards in 751) suggest that Respighi and Guastalla were more interested in
Byzantine spectacle than historical accuracy.
The ease with which the story fit into
these disparate locales made it simple for Christof Loy to transpose it into a
claustrophoebic world of his own making. Indeed the setting – another
valiant attempt to keep Berlin’s wood-panelling industry in business – bore
undeniable similarities to Mr Loy’s recent Francesca da Rimini: in both
operas, the action unfolded in an elegant but oppressively self-contained
environment in which a rigid social order seemed to exist solely to crush the
soul of the protagonist; and, as in many of Mr Loy’s other stagings, the
antiseptic beauty of the setting was rendered sinister by the near-constant
presence of silent observers.
While one could never accuse Mr Loy of
being diffuse in his treatment of character or unfocussed in his approach to
drama, the scenario of La Fiamma seems to have pushed him to even
greater levels of narrative clarity. The opera’s three acts, a concentrated
mixture of intimate encounters and stage-filling spectacle were rendered with
such economy that the unfolding of the action seemed both natural and
inevitable. And by downplaying the witchcraft angle – as well as freeing the
story from its Norwegian and/or Byzantine trappings – Mr Loy was able to
shift the opera from a standard tale of unjust persecution to a more universal
tragedy of a character whose attempts at self-realisation are destroyed by
repressive surroundings.
If the staging was made compelling through
its highly focussed handling of the characters, the singers and orchestra were
equally committed to revealing the depths and intricacies of the score. At the
centre of the evening was Olesya Golovneva, who was able to capture the
complexities of Silvana’s character without seeming opaque. Her first
monologue, an impassioned rail against the condition of her life, was shaded
with enough ambiguity to stop it from settling into obviousness. It was in the
second act, however, that she established herself as the opera’s dominant
force: an excellent scene in which she chastised Monica for her attraction to
Donello was followed by an even greater scene with Basilio the Exarch, a
majestic out-pouring of back-story in which Silvana learns of the (unconfirmed)
witchcraft in her family past; but by treating the witchcraft as a previously-undiscovered
inner strength, Ms Golovneva was able to turn the second act’s climactic solo
scene into a thrilling moment of self-realisation.
Apart from two notable solo-scenes, many of
Silvana’s best scenes took the form of dialogues and duets; and two of the
evening’s finest scenes were those in which she was paired with Ivan
Inverardi’s Basilio. In the second act, Mr Inverardi’s stormy first appearance
turned lyrical and tender with the arrival of Silvana; but it was the
subsequent tale of his enchantment at the hands of Silvana’s mother in which he
offered the greatest display of his emotional range and nuanced delivery. His
appearance in the third act – in which the shock of Silvana’s infidelity leads
to Basilio’s sudden death – was equally enthralling.
Although the character of Eudossia has
relatively little stage time, Martina Serafin’s commanding performance
established her as the fearsome centre of power within the Exarch’s household.
As Monica, the lady-in-waiting banished for her attraction to the Exarch’s son,
Sua Jo made a similarly powerful impression in her few brief appearances. And
Doris Soffel brought her stage charisma and sharp dramatic phrasing to the role
of Agnese di Cervia, the local crone accused of witchcraft. Georgy Vasiliev,
however, seemed somewhat reserved in his interpretation of Donello; certainly
the love-and-death duet that opens the third act had less emotional immediacy
than any of the great encounters in the second act. And while the large onstage
choir dominated the orchestra during the first act finale, elsewhere they
offered an engaging take on Respighi’s fanciful choral writing.
The orchestra sounded especially inspired
by the challenges of an unfamiliar score, and the affectionate advocacy in
Carlo Rizzi’s musical direction was apparent in every scene. The animated
opening bars suggested that Respighi could have made a good living writing
rousing film scores had he lived long enough to flee the second world war; but
as the opera progressed, the music gathered in both depth and textural density.
The concentrated groupings of low strings and brass – perfectly realised
by the orchestra – gave an ominous solemnity to the courtly scenes of the first
act, while reining in the potential chaos of that act’s climactic witch hunt.
But if Mr Rizzi’s reading kept us attuned to the fascinations of the score, it
was his disciplined pacing that gave shape to the performance. In the second
and third acts especially, his ability to build scenes patiently yielded
moments of climactic grandeur that sounded neither forced nor excessively
sensational. The result was an evening in which the thrills of the music and
the drama were held consistently in a near-perfect balance.
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