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Stravinsky,
The Rake's Progress:
Soloists, Royal College of Music Opera Orchestra and Chorus,
Michael Roswell (conductor) Britten Theatre, Royal College of
Music,
1.12.2007
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Cast:
Tyler Clarke – Sellem, auctioneer
Lukas Jakobczyk – Trulove
Sadhbh Dennedy – Anne Trulove
Sigríđur Ósk Kristjánsdóttir – Mother Goose
Stephanie Lewis – Baba the Turk
Aaron McAuley – Nick Shadow
Jonathan Stoughton – Tom Rakewell
Philip Tebb – Keeper of the madhouse
Production:
Tim Carroll (director)
Soutra Gilmour (designer)
Giuseppe di Iorio (lighting)
Siân Williams (choreographer)
This was a wonderful evening in a wonderful theatre. (For those
who do not know the Britten Theatre, it is a marvellously intimate
space, with superb acoustics.) To hear a performance of this
standard from student musicians of such a tricky work as The
Rake’s Progress was a heartening experience indeed.
All of the voices showed great promise, and generally rather more
than that. After a slightly wobbly start, Jonathan Stoughton’s Tom
impressed, not least through his avoidance of too ‘English tenor’
a sound for the role. His acting convinced mightily, as did that
of all the cast. By the time of the graveyard scene, we were truly
moved by his plight, which was testament to his fine voice as well
as to the production. Lukas Jakobczyk presented a virile bass,
sensitively shaded where necessary, in the role of Trulove, whilst
Sadhbh Dennedy carried off the difficult balancing act of beauty
and blandness demanded by Anne. Her coloratura impressed, not
least in her Act I cabaletta. Aaron McAuley’s Nick Shadow was not
always quite so sure in his diction, but he presented an amusingly
camp reading of the part, doubtless aided by the production.
Sigríđur Ósk Kristjánsdóttir proved a worthy temptress as Mother
Goose, clearly first amongst equals in her brothel. Stephanie
Lewis navigated a steady course for Baba between caricature and
undue sentimentality. The moment at which she revealed her bearded
face shocked the
London crowd
and much of the audience too. Philip Tebb did not have much to do
as Keeper of the madhouse but did it well, whilst Tyler Clarke was
an excellent auctioneer, suave and sinister, yet full of humour
too.
The chorus in its various roles, as whores and roaring boys,
servants, citizens, and madmen, was excellent throughout. The
antiphonal exchanges between men and women were especially well
handled, crucial in allowing Auden’s clever rhymes to tell. Not
only diction, but pitch and tone were also most impressive. Their
choreography was very well conceived and executed too. Indeed, the
production, with its stylish colouring of black, white, and red –
handy for the role that playing cards have in the tale – told its
story very well, without ever unduly drawing attention to itself.
Stravinsky wrote that the work was ‘simple to perform musically,’
a claim I should contest in the extreme, ‘but difficult to realise
on the stage’. This music was certainly accomplished and the
staging difficulties were all overcome superbly.
The Benjamin Britten International Opera School’s director,
Michael Rosewell, was authoritative in his handling of the score:
punchy and yet not without tenderness, and always sure of its
treacherous twists and turns, from the opening bars’ homage to
Monteverdi to the post-Don Giovanni non-moral after the
curtain had gone down. The relentless ostinati propelled
the action along in exemplary fashion, but the various soli
also registered faultlessly and proved unfailingly winning in
their decorative capacity. In this, the conductor was of course
indebted to his superlative small orchestra, which could have put
many fully professional counterparts to shame. Every section gave
of its all. If special word there must be, then it should be
awarded to James Southall on the harpsichord. What a weird and
wonderful role Stravinsky allots to this alienated continuo, and
how splendidly this was projected.
It is difficult, though not impossible, not to admire The
Rake’s Progress, almost in spite of its polemical
ultra-neo-classicism. Stravinsky was being more than usually
disingenuous when he claimed that he wished to ‘release people
from the argument and bring them to the music’. He wanted to do
the latter, I am sure, but he was very well aware of how many
would react favouravly and relished that prospect. But the work
has equally often been difficult to love, or even to like. The
performers’ evident success in doing so themselves must have
proved infectious for a great part of their audience.
Mark Berry