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Britten, War Requiem:
Christine
Brewer (soprano) Ian Bostridge (tenor) Thomas Hampson (baritone)
The Royal Opera Chorus, Tiffin Boys’ Choir, Orchestra of the Royal
Opera House cond. Antonio Pappano. Royal Albert Hall, London, 9.
11.2008. (ME)
‘I am playing it and I am thrilled with the greatness of this work,
which I place on a level with Mahler’s Das Lied von der Erde…Hearing
the War Requiem somehow cheers me up, makes me even more full
of the joys of life.’ Thus Shostakovich in a letter written in 1963,
and after a performance such as this one, finely timed to
commemorate the 90th anniversary of Armistice Day, you
can hear what he meant. Wilfred Owen’s dictum that ‘All a poet can
do today is warn’ still holds good for the most powerful sense of
what this work is about, but on this occasion it was the
life-affirming qualities which shone.
Of course the Royal Albert Hall has its disadvantages when staging
any vocal work, no matter how large in scale – any sense of intimacy
is bound to be dissipated by the vast space, yet the quality of
Antonio Pappano’s command of the orchestra, Renato Balsadonna’s
management of the chorus and Simon Toyne’s direction of the boys’
choir, was such that one felt involved in the work from the opening
bars. That opening sequence can hardly ever have been so finely
done, with the mutterings of the first choral line seeming to rise
from the depths, the solemn tritone of the mourning bells, and the
ethereal but not wraith-line ‘Te decet hymnus’ of the boys’ choir,
brilliantly placed in the Gods.
Ian Bostridge was singing his fiftieth English Soldier, and if a
little youthful swagger and wistfulness have been lost along the
way, they have been compensated for by a mature sense of the shaping
of the poems, lines such as ‘What passing bells for these who die as
cattle?’ less bitter than before, and ‘The pallor of girls’ brows
shall be their pall’ more melancholy. ‘Futility’ was a high point,
as usual, the longing of ‘whispering of fields unsown’ starkly
contrasted with the anguish of ‘Was it for this the clay grew tall?’
Bostridge and Thomas Hampson’s German Soldier make for an
intriguingly complementary pair, given the latter’s habitual
patrician air and his richly burnished tone, shown at its finest in
‘After the blast of lightning from the East.’
The ‘Offertorium’ is both the structural and emotional centre of the
work, ‘The Parable of the Old Man and the Young’ here given an
exceptionally dramatic reading, with the two voices blending
mesmerizingly at the angel’s call. Both tenor and baritone fulfilled
Britten’s instruction in his invitation to Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau
to represent the German Soldier, that the poems ‘need singing with
the utmost beauty, intensity and serenity,’ nowhere more so than in
the sixth section, where ‘Strange Meeting,’ so often regarded as a
‘great’ poem but in reality full of weaknesses and only lifted into
true greatness by Britten’s setting, was deeply moving.
Christine Brewer was the ideal soprano soloist – Britten’s original
wish was for an English, German and Russian trio, but perhaps in
this momentous week for America and for Europe, it was nicely
appropriate to have two Americans and a Brit. Brewer’s artistry is
such that the huge voice, easily riding over any orchestral surge,
never becomes shrill or hectoring, and she manages to scale it down
to a caressing, silken arc for music such as the ‘Benedictus.’ The
evening’s most exhilarating singing came in the ‘Dies Irae’ and
especially her ‘Lacrimosa’ where the clarity of the words and
security of the line could hardly be bettered – it’s one thing to
pitch A and B flats accurately, quite another to make them sound so
effortless and yet so urgent.
All the choral and orchestral work was stunning, especially the
‘Dies Irae,’ and it’s not hard to imagine that a performance of this
work might well become a yearly feature of the Royal Opera’s
repertoire, in much the same way as the ‘Weinachtsoratorium’ of the
Academy of Ancient Music or ‘Messiah’ of Polyphony are at Christmas.
Melanie Eskenazi
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