Sunday, 3 April 2011

Bruno Mantovani, Akhmatova, Opéra national de Paris, 31 March 2011

Opéra Bastille

Varduhi Abrahamyan (Lydia), Janina Baechle (Anna Akhmatova)
Image: Elisa Haberer


Anna Akhmatova – Janina Baechle
Lev Goumilev – Atilla Kiss-B
Nicolaï Pounin – Lionel Peintre
Lydia Tchoukovskaya – Varduhi Abrahamyan
Faina Ranevskaya – Valérie Condoluci
Representative of the Writers’ Union - Christophe Dumaux
Olga – Marie-Adeline Henry
Sculptor, English Academic – Fabrice Dalis
Student, Second Academic – Paul Crémazy
Student, Third Academic – Vladimir Kapshuk
Agent – Ugo Rabec
Woman from the People – Sophie Claisse
Old Woman from the People – Laura Agnoloni
Solo tenor – Emanuel Mendes
Solo baritone – Slawomir Szychowiak

Nicolas Joël (director)
Wolfgang Gussmann (set designs)
Wolfgang Gussmann and Susana Mendoza (costumes)
Hans Toelstede (lighting)

Chorus of the Opéra national de Paris (chorus master: Patrick Marie Aubert)
Orchestra of the Opéra national de Paris
Pascal Rophé (conductor)


A tale of two cities: London recently found itself lumbered with Anna Nicole. Meanwhile, Paris, in the guise of Nicolas Joel, had commissioned Bruno Mantovani to write his second opera. Akhmatova was the result, a retelling of key episodes from the life of the poetess, Anna Akhmatova, with particular focus upon the torment of her relationship with her son, Lev, that torment in good part a consequence of Stalinist persecution. Premiered on 28 March, this was Akhmatova’s second performance. Divided into three acts, it was performed with an interval between the second and third.

If I hesitate to say too much in detail concerning the music, then it is because I think I should need a second or third hearing to be in any sort of position to offer more than the most cursory observations. However, the fact that I am sure I should benefit from a second or third hearing already draws a contrast with Anna Nicole: what one heard – and saw – on the surface in London appeared all too clearly to be all that there was. Mantovani’s music, by contrast, suggests secrets to be given up with deeper acquaintance, microtones and all. And there was no doubt that, on this occasion, music was the raison d’être of the opera. Immediately striking was the opening viola solo – Mantovani has written a concerto for two violas – and different instruments enjoyed their moments in the sun, almost as if this were a concerto for orchestra with voices. An accordion added particular colour, plangently ‘Russian’ in its way, though there is, we may be thankful, no resort to pastiche. (For one thing, one gleans from librettist Christophe Ghristi’s words in the programme that Mantovani is no more a fan of Shostakovich’s music than I am…) Spatial effects are employed sparingly and therefore with dramatic effect. There are even evocations of particular places and moments – tone-painting, one might say – such as the train that takes Akhmatova to Tashkent or suggestions of the siege of Leningrad, yet within a framework of overall continuity.

Most striking of all is the final scene, almost entirely orchestral. ‘In a birch forest near to the Baltic Sea,’ reads the libretto, though one would never have known it from the staging, which remained identical to that for ‘Akhmatova alone in her room, then Lev,’ Akhmatova observes the sun rise over the sea. Bar a few words towards the end; otherwise, we hear in orchestral terms the anguish of her situation. She has had to endure the use of her son in a cat-and-mouse game with the authorities, resulting in his disowning her, believing that she did not care, for why did she not protest, why did she not attempt to have him released? Violins become more prominent at the opening of the scene, but the leading role of woodwind and trumpets continues, leading us through a series of extraordinary solo arabesques. It felt a little like what I imagine the use of the Lulu-Suite prior to Friedrich Cerha’s completion might have done. At any rate, it proffered a genuinely moving conclusion, without attempting to answer too many questions. Burned into one’s memory there remained Akhmatova’s earlier desperate conclusion that a poetess should not have children. It is interesting in that connection to note Ghristi’s claim that opera has neglected mother-son relationships: oddly true, though not exclusively so, when one thinks about it (though the Mime-Siegfried relationship of the previous night’s production offered something of a precedent!)

Performances all seemed to me very good, especially the excellent orchestral contribution, under the sure guidance of Pascal Rophé. One had little doubt that this was how the music was supposed to sound, which is far from always the case in such enterprises. (Mantovani has already had his ballet, Siddharta performed at the Bastille.) The gleaming sounds Rophé extracted from the orchestra offered credit to all concerned, not least of course the composer. Mantovani owns that, following his first opera, L’Autre côté, ‘a very masculine opera,’ he had wanted to set to work on a large female role. This was certainly what we were offered in the role of Akhmatova, well taken by the librettist’s wife, Janina Baechle, who proved especially moving during the climactic third act. The splendidly named Atilla Kiss-B also proved increasingly impressive as Akhmatova’s son, Lev Goumilev: one felt his anger and his incomprehension, another victim of state barbarism. A faithful friend indeed was to be seen – and heard – in Varduhi Abrahamyan’s Lydia, her refusal to denounce Akhmatova both moving and convincing. Valérie Condoluci employed her coloratura to effect almost as glittering as the orchestra in the role of Akhmatova’s actress friend, Faina Ranevskaya. I think it is fair to say that there was not a weak link in the cast. Lionel Peintre and Marie-Adeline Henry both impressed as Akhmatova’s ex-husband and his new partner, whilst Fabrice Dalis revealed a fine love-sick – or at least lusting – tenor as sculptor and Tashkent lover of Ranevskaya. It is perhaps by now beside the point to note in particular the use of a counter-tenor, in the guise of Christophe Dumaux’s Representative of the Writers’ Union, chillingly excited by his power in the aftermath of the Zhdanov Decrees. What might not so long ago have been used, if at all, as some sort of special effect, now seems for many composers a perfectly natural choice, yet the timbre seemed especially well chosen for such ‘non-masculine’ nastiness and the performance amply justified its use.

Ghristi’s libretto seemed to perform its task well, for the most part self-effacing, yet permitting Mantovani to do his job. A few English phrases – from visiting academics – did not sound quite so natural, but other than that, the story was told clearly, in a narrative anything but avant-garde in its construction, leading us unproblematically from the years of Stalin’s Terror to some point beyond the dictator’s death. Nicolas Joel, perhaps controversially, adopted the twin guise of patron and director. In terms of the latter role, I have little to say, other than to note the stark, monochrome designs and lighting (Wolfgang Gussmann and Hans Toelstede), relieved in the Tashkent artists’ war-exile scene (Act Two, Scene Three) by scarlet, erotically evocative of the actress, Ranevskaya and, no doubt, the unreality of the artists’ situation. As with the libretto, the direction, despite occasional confusion of place, in general permitted Mantovani’s music the principal role. A tale of two cities, once again…

3 comments:

Henry Holland said...

(For one thing, one gleans from librettist Christophe Ghristi’s words in the programme that Mantovani is no more a fan of Shostakovich’s music than I am…)

Will you be leading the Shostakovich backlash? I think Pierre Boulez said it best:

"Well, Shostakovich plays with clichés most of the time, I find. It's like olive oil, when you have a second and even third pressing, and I think of Shostakovich as the second, or even third, pressing of Mahler".

I can't wait to hear Mantovani's opera, I like his first one (L'Autre côté) and the orchestral works I've heard. Hopefully there will be a Radio France transmission or it will show up on the usual file sharing sites.

Mark Berry said...

Quite: it's difficult to know what to add to that, except 'Bravo!' I much prefer to praise things I like than to decry those I don't, but there is a serious issue when such dull music is performed all the time, thereby stifling opportunities to hear something more interesting.

There are a few pieces that seem to me much better. Oddly, I admire both the first and last symphonies, though none in between. (I used to respond to the Fifth too, but now have heard that too many times to be able to hear anything new in it at all. As for the Tenth, the Scherzo seems brilliant to me, but I can't sit through a performance just for that brief, ferocious 'portrait of Stalin', if that's what it is.) It really seems to me that there has been a confusion between biography - one cannot but sympathise with Shostakovich's plight - and musical interest.

Given Boulez's sage remark, one might note that Gergiev performs Mahler as a second, or third pressing of Shostakovich!

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