So we got ourselves season tickets to the Vancouver Opera! In a rare case where cold calling worked, a representative at VO called us up after we went to The Magic Flute last year and offered us some very tempting seats. That’s how I found myself in row two (centre) at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre a week ago, some very butch tears seeping out of my face while watching an absolutely fantastic rendition of Tosca.
Because the spirit of my English degree compels me to analyze every artistic experience I have (as well as every television experience I have), I’ve decided to blog about it! After Tosca, we have Albert Herring, Don Giovanni and Don Carlo to look forward to, all of which I will be relating to you in vivid, gory, redundant detail!
I have to note now that while I love listening to classical music, I am totally uneducated, especially in the realm of opera. I am an enthusiastic chronicler of my new adventures in this strange and fantastical land. All opinions contained in this log are the ramblings of an enthusiastic initiate.
As an opera n00b, I like to approach my opera watching experiences (which until recently have been largely relegated to YouTube) by thoroughly consulting Wikipedia on the matter, and potentially listening to some arias to train my ear up for maximum enjoyment. My Italian is shit, but that’s also part of the fun – recognizing words where I can and trying to make due without the surtitles, which is especially effective if I already know the plot.
With Tosca I did none of this. I’d given Tosca only a cursory YouTube listen ages back and life had caught up with me, so I had no time to do my usual investigation. In the ten minutes before the curtain rose I was frantically tearing through the programme, trying to get my bearings. The synopsis. The conductor’s notes. The director’s notes. And then at the end of that ten minutes, with the barest understanding of what was going on, I got totally Puccini’d.
I thought that my ‘in’ to opera was through early music: Monteverdi and Handel. I like the structure, space and light that refracts through late Renaissance polyphony and Baroque music. I was completely unprepared for Puccini to kick down the door, take a flying leap over the overture, land in situ and run at full speed towards some of the most famous romantic arias in the Western cannon.
Puccini seems to me the master of manipulating emotions musically. Every moment has a mood. We’re feeling the moods of the characters, the moods of the situation, the anticipatory moods of things yet to come. it’s all happening at once, and he’s yanking around our heartstrings expertly. It was two seconds in and my eyes were already prickling as Cavaradossi was talking about the colour of Tosca’s.
VO rented the set from the Kansas City Lyric Opera. It was a classic take set in the original period. Now I enjoy a good reinterpretation of a historical work, but I really appreciated the period setting. In addition to being an epic story of love, lust and violence, it is specifically about a historical period and geographical/cultural location. Yeah, you could set it in the future, in some conceptual political struggle, but then you wouldn’t get the commentary on the joining of church and state, and the hypocrisy of masquerading the pursuit of power under religious paternalism. The power of the Te Deum scene banks on the contrast between the sincere religious sentiment of the crowd (celebrating a political victory) and religion as a tool wielded by Scarpia. Half the action takes place in a church, which is a site of intersecting functions in 19th century Italy – it is a place of hope, devotion, sanctuary, economic exchange, art, power, and punishment. Given Cavaradossi’s anti-religious sentiment (and Tosca’s pleas to an unresponsive God) throughout the narrative, we should have known Angelotti was f*cked the minute he was looking for salvation at the foot of the Madonna. As “followers of Voltaire” – the label Scarpia spits at Cavaradossi – they weren’t just engaging in a secular political conflict, they were taking on the whole system. You can’t take the Catholicism out of this plot – the church as public space and defining institution, that speaks directly to its setting in historical Italy.
Puccini’s weaving of elements into one complicated whole was one of my favourite things about this opera. In the Te Deum scene he has the contrast between Scarpia’s plotting and the celebration of the community. In the beginning of Act Two, Scarpia is plotting dastardly things again, while Tosca sings with the chorus off stage. The world of this opera isn’t just confined to what’s in front of us – its characters continue to move around their world once they have passed out of view. Bells ring. Shepard boys sing conveniently morbid songs about love. The world continues. Puccini uses sound to create depth and texture (and in the VO’s case, smell is also added through the incense in the church) that make this opera seem incredibly immediate. And then, after providing this rich and enveloping experience he snuffs it out as abruptly as he began it, Tosca leaping from the ramparts.
Tamara Mancini (Tosca), Adam Diegel (Cavaradossi), and Gordon Hawkins (Scarpia) were all amazing, and the experience at Vancouver Opera was so much fun. I am extremely stoked for Albert Herring in December.