That arch-Francophile, Sir Thomas Beecham, was said 
          to have remarked "I would give up all the Brandenburgs for 
          Manon and would think that I had profited by the exchange". 
          Listening to this recording, I don’t hesitate to sympathise with Sir 
          Thomas’s sentiments. 
        
 
        
I owned a mediocre modern recording of Manon some 
          years ago and cannot claim it ever made a great impression upon me, 
          vying as it did at the time with what I considered more `worthy’ operatic 
          recordings. Indeed, had I seen this vintage recording on the shelf in 
          my favourite classical record department, I would have passed it by 
          without as much as a second glance. Yet, I have listened to this set 
          which dates, incredibly, from 1928-29 with undiluted pleasure and discovered, 
          in the process, a lost sound-world and an authentic Gallic flavour only 
          a recording from this period can still embody. 
        
 
        
Premièred at the Opéra-Comique in Paris 
          on 19th January 1884, Massenet’s opera was a setting of Prévost’s 
          celebrated romantic tale of the adventures of courtesan, Manon, set 
          in the cathedral town of Amiens, Paris and Le Havre in 1721. Auber had 
          preceded Massenet in setting the tale to music, but his version is now 
          rarely heard. Puccini produced his own opera Manon Lescaut based 
          on the same work about a decade later, and both operas share an affectionate 
          place in the hearts of many opera lovers. 
        
 
        
To my modern ears, the spirit of the piece seems remarkably 
          fresh and I think this may be due to what was a ground-breaking approach 
          by the composer at the time. He experimented with the use of spoken 
          dialogue over linking orchestral passages. This is a very naturally 
          achieved effect and it never sounds ‘stagey’ or unrealistic, as the 
          singers adopt a conversational tone which keeps the whole work moving 
          along at a convincing pace. 
        
 
        
The orchestral forces here, under the agile guidance 
          of Elie Cohen, bring great beauty to the work and are a world away from 
          some third-rate house orchestra. Massenet’s works were obviously in 
          their bloodstream (is it too much to imagine that some may have played 
          in the première?) and this makes itself plain. They play with 
          a real affection for the piece and the piquancy of their playing adds 
          a splendid - and typically French - dimension to this beguiling opera. 
          It is nice to hear the reedy Gallic wind section (they put me very much 
          in mind of Walter Legge’s stylish Philharmonia sound from the early 
          1950s) and revel in an authentically French sound world which has very 
          much disappeared in the post war years, with the arrival of jet-set, 
          chromium-plated, international conductors and a homogeneous sound which 
          has all but expunged national orchestral characteristics. The traditional 
          cuts are here naturally, but these can be excused a little when you 
          listen to sections such as the ballet music in the first scene of Act 
          III, played with such exuberance and sheer joie de vivre. 
        
 
        
Vocal characterisation in this set is sharply drawn, 
          though the characters never seem to be anything other than genuinely 
          credible. It helps, of course, that the cast is entirely French, save 
          the tenor role of the chevalier Des Grieux, which is sung by Ukrainian-born 
          Joseph Rogatchewsky. Importantly the arias and duets, which in other 
          interpretations are apt to have been given an undue ‘stand alone’ prominence, 
          are treated in the same intimate manner as the rest of the work and 
          this pays benefits in never seeming to hold-up the flow of the action. 
          I think the small-scale, indeed domestic, nature of these pieces (try 
          the beginning of Act II, disc 1, track 11) is retained by singers and 
          conductor alike and are seamlessly woven into the fabric of the complete 
          work. 
        
 
        
Germaine Féraldy tackles the role of Manon with 
          great verve. She has a true sweetness of tone and is thankfully free 
          of the type of vocal mannerisms which make one tire of some recordings 
          on repeated hearing. She and the conductor are always in perfect harmony 
          and her phrases are never gabbled or indistinct. She adroitly captures 
          the mixture of guilelessness and self-indulgence which make her character 
          so intriguing and, I was pleased to note, perfectly judges her approach 
          to the set-piece arias such as Adieu, notre petit table in Act 
          II which, in lesser hands, can become over-sentimentalised and schmaltzy. 
          Manon’s plangency here, as she bids farewell to the pathetic supper 
          table at which she and lover Des Grieux have spent happy hours, in favour 
          of promised riches with the wealthy De Brétigny, is beautifully 
          pitched, the words elegantly pointed. True to Massenet’s intentions 
          the text and music get equal billing. Earlier, in the famous Letter 
          Duet, her voice blends superbly with that of Ukrainian-born Rogatchewsky 
          to produce a memorable scene. 
        
 
        
Féraldy is a bright, flexible lyric soprano 
          and can convey wide-eyed innocence and a knowing worldliness (the two, 
          conflicting halves of her fascinating character) with equal conviction. 
          In terms of technique, she hurls herself into her exuberant arias with 
          abandon, effortlessly reaching and holding her high notes with nonchalance. 
          Her coloratura passages in the florid Voici les élégantes 
          in Act III, scene 1 (disc 1, track 18) are despatched with great vocal 
          dexterity and her clear phrasing and exquisitely held notes in Je 
          Marche are a real treat. If you listen to no other track from this 
          set, be sure to sample the intoxicating Obéssons quand leur 
          voix appelle (the famous gavotte from the same scene) to 
          hear Madame Féraldy, orchestra and conductor at their bewitching 
          best. 
        
 
        
Rogatchewsky is a fine Des Grieux and his voice, to 
          my ears, betrays no hint of his Slavonic roots. He strives for, and 
          achieves, credible poignancy where it is called for - En fermant 
          les yeux, for example, where he ponders on the idyllic life he and 
          Manon are to share in the future - a sense of longing all the more heartrending 
          as it is set against what we now know of Manon’s duplicitous intentions. 
        
 
        
The rest of the cast, including an authoritative Comte 
          Des Grieux sung convincingly by Louis Guénot, a doyen of the 
          Opéra-Comique, are well picked and contribute fully to a very 
          satisfying production. Due to the four month span of the original recording, 
          some of the lesser rôles have multiple singers depending on their 
          availability at the time. Though not ideal, I didn’t feel this detracted 
          from the recording in a significant way. 
        
 
        
Before summing up, I must address what I would have 
          (wrongly, as it turns out) deemed to be an important factor weighing 
          against the purchase of this set - namely its age and sonic limitations. 
          Though never an opera which has appeared with the regularity of, say, 
          Tosca or La Bohème, Manon is no stranger 
          to the recording studio. So why even consider a set which is 75 years 
          old? Of course, the strings can sound a little under-nourished at times 
          and something of the impact in dramatic passages is dissipated due to 
          its vintage. But, on the whole, this set wears its years surprisingly 
          lightly and provides - and in spades, too - a glimpse into a vanished 
          musical world. Naxos have been fortunate in securing the not inconsiderable 
          engineering skills of Ward Marston as producer on this set and, once 
          again, he has deftly waved his magic wand over the proceedings. Working 
          from a mixture of French and American pressings, he has brought his 
          uniquely well-attuned ear to bear on the aural problems inherent in 
          a recording of this age and has breathed new life into it, as he has 
          to many other elderly offerings in the past. It is true to say that 
          there are some occasional anomalies in sound, and this is unavoidable 
          with early electric recordings. He explains in his sleeve notes how 
          he has, amongst other things, also judiciously added a small amount 
          of reverberation to the soundstage to rectify what was a noticeable 
          flatness apparent in the original pressings. This is in no way an imposition 
          and he works as a picture restorer would on a faded old master, carefully 
          removing layers of grime to reveal a vibrancy beneath which has for 
          years been hidden from view. The love of this music displayed by the 
          singers, orchestra and conductor alike is, happily, echoed in Mr Marston’s 
          painstaking and sensitive remastering and the result is a little jewel 
          of a set. 
        
 
        
One caveat. When a recording has as many felicitous 
          touches as this one, it makes the lack of a full libretto all the more 
          regrettable. Naxos, sadly, have only seen fit to provide a cued synopsis 
          and, while this may be satisfactory for a very well known work, the 
          slightly more esoteric set warrants a full libretto - even if this does 
          push up the cost of the set by a few pennies. 
        
 
        
Not a first choice library recommendation then, if 
          only on the grounds of its age, but certainly a set that will handsomely 
          repay listening. I would have passed it by in ignorance and, in doing 
          so, would have forsaken a recording of real value to which I shall enjoy 
          returning again. 
        
 
        
Richard Lee-Van den Daele