It is astonishing how much operatic history has 
                been preserved. In the United States, rich pickings have been 
                gleaned from broadcasts from the Met. As Richard Caniell explains 
                in his introduction, San Francisco performances were less consistently 
                broadcast; just 75 were transmitted in the 1930s and 1940s, and 
                of these only 10 were complete. The normal practice was to broadcast 
                one act only, and woe to opera lovers if it overran its allotted 
                time! Several of the present recordings have been "completed", 
                in the interests of pleasurable listening, by the last few bars 
                from other sources, with similar casts. Of the 60 single-act broadcasts, 
                we are told that only 13 have survived and "not all are available 
                or listenable". Here are five and, since this is Volume One, 
                I presume that material exists for at least a second volume. 
              
 
              
Is it worth it? If you’re still getting to know 
                the world of opera, no; you should concentrate on building up 
                a library of good modern recordings. If you are an opera fan, 
                then yes, it definitely is. Not all these singers can be heard 
                in these roles elsewhere, and in general we have to judge "Golden 
                Age" singers on the strength of single arias recorded in 
                the studio. But actual theatre performances take wing in a way 
                that is almost impossible in the studio, so if we want to have 
                some sort of idea of the real stature of these singers we must 
                combine the 78s with the broadcasts and complete the rest with 
                our own imaginations.  
                MANON  
              
A comparison with the revered 1928-9 studio recording 
                of the complete opera under Elie Cohen – widely held up as a repository 
                of the lost art of French opera singing – shows that "international" 
                Massenet was to be heard in San Francisco. But, I would add, "good 
                international" Massenet of the sort we had in more recent 
                years from such tenors as Nicolai Gedda and Alfredo Kraus. Tito 
                Schipa is not in that class of Italian tenors who misappropriate 
                Massenet, maybe singing him in Italian too (this performance is 
                in French), treating him as an adjunct to their native verista 
                school. From Tito Schipa we get exquisitely drawn, elegant 
                lines, complete naturalness of expression and total command of 
                the voice. He can fine down his high notes to a pianissimo without 
                the recourse to falsetto made by Louis Guénot in the Cohen 
                recording. Wonderful to have a whole act from Schipa live. 
              
 
              
Bidù Sayāo seems more dated in her 
                slightly swoony manner. Her stage presence was, I believe, very 
                beautiful but on disc the suggestion of a moving fragility seems 
                more the result of insecurity than of interpretative method. She 
                comes into her own, though, in "Adieu, notre petite table", 
                which the conductor allows her to take much more slowly than Germaine 
                Féraldy and Cohen. Gone is the French elegance – international 
                Massenet is encroaching! – but frankly I find the beautifully 
                shaded delivery infinitely more touching. There is the real frisson 
                of the opera house here. 
              
 
              
The other singers hardly justify revival on their 
                own account but they are decent enough. Gaetano Merola (1881-1953) 
                founded the San Francisco Opera in 1923 and conducted it till 
                his death. His name means little on the Old World side of the 
                Atlantic but he certainly knows his business. The sound is remarkably 
                good, on a par with most studio recordings of the same date. 
              
 
              
CARMEN  
              
Here the sound is more limited but the voices 
                are reasonably well caught. It was evidently a lively production 
                with all sorts of crashings and bumpings and shouts of "Olé" 
                and bursts of audience applause that must be prompted by something 
                seen on stage since it has no musical rationale. 
              
 
              
The performance is more problematic, too. Marjorie 
                Lawrence, famed for her Wagner roles, had long harboured a desire 
                to sing Carmen. That she found no takers need not inspire us to 
                rail at the obtuseness of operatic managers, impresarios, conductors 
                and so forth. Probably these gentlemen had a shrewd idea of what 
                the result might be. A last minute cancellation brought about 
                the present performance. She sings splendidly in her best Brünnhilde 
                voice, full of regal authority and with about as much sex appeal 
                as Margaret Thatcher. Hardly the stuff of Carmen. Ezio Pinza brings 
                Verdian slancio to Escamillo’s aria, enjoyable but hardly 
                authentic, so that leaves us with Raoul Jobin as a model of tasteful 
                French style, but sounding like a fish out of water in this context 
                (he later recorded the role under Cluytens). Merola is less effective 
                than in Manon. He conducts with some understanding when Jobin 
                is around; elsewhere he goes in for pretty hectic tempi that sound 
                exciting in a superficial way when the orchestra is playing alone, 
                but just don’t allow the singers space to breathe. Pinza can be 
                heard several times trying to slow him down to no avail. Leave 
                this for fans of these particular singers. 
              
 
              
FIGARO  
              
 
              
After a scratchy beginning the recording is reasonable 
                for what it is. The modern listener will have to accept some old-fashioned 
                touches – some portamento from the strings in the introduction 
                to "Porgi, amor", cuts in the (piano-accompanied) recitatives 
                and even a snipped-down version of the Susanna-Cherubino duet. 
                Old-fashioned might also be thought (at least in Mozart) Bidù 
                Sayāo’s tendency to put characterisation before vocal accuracy, 
                with the result that much of "Venite inginocchiatevi" 
                is close to Sprechstimme. It’s also a rather more dollish voice 
                than we might favour today. On the other hand, she puts over a 
                terrific character and it must have been theatrically effective. 
                It is also to be noted how Leinsdorf, while maintaining a tight 
                control over the orchestra, actually leaves her (and the other 
                singers) a great deal of liberty, and here I must part ways with 
                London Green who, in his detailed booklet notes, describes Leinsdorf 
                as "sedate". It is true that "Porgi, amor" 
                and "Voi che sapete" are both very slow, though so delicately 
                poised as to avoid any heaviness. Thereafter tempi are normal 
                to brisk (sparks really fly in the Susanna-Cherubino duet), and 
                his ability to give singers their space while keeping a firm grip 
                on proceedings surely reveals an altogether higher level of art 
                than Merola’s straitjacketing of his singers in the Carmen act. 
                The finale was not recorded complete and the end is provided from 
                a Met broadcast of the same year, with a similar cast under Ettore 
                Panizza. I don’t detect any great change of style. 
              
 
              
Elisabeth Rethberg was 46 and had been on the 
                stage for 25 years. Occasionally there are signs of this in her 
                taking of breaths in phrases she would probably have sung unbroken 
                a few years earlier. Her very Germanic "r" is also a 
                liability. Otherwise she has the ideal voice for the Countess, 
                with a beautifully poised, even timbre and an innate musicality 
                of phrasing. 
              
 
              
My previous encounters with Risë Stevens 
                belong to a later stage in her career, by which time she sounded 
                jaded and chesty. Her singing of "Voi che sapete" is 
                good if unremarkable, but she enters fully into the 
                vivacious spirits of the rest. A certain metallic timbre contrasts 
                well with Sayāo’s Susanna, and in fact the three ladies are 
                better differentiated than is often the case. 
              
 
              
John Brownlee was as well known at Glyndebourne 
                as he was at the Met and gives a solid Count. New performances 
                from Ezio Pinza are always welcome. He has no aria in this act, 
                but even so his irrepressible characterisation shows that he must 
                have been the pivot around which the performance revolved. He 
                has the inestimable advantage of singing in his own language, 
                but a strong feature of the performance as a whole is that the 
                recitatives have been very well prepared with a view to the pacing 
                and weighting of the words. This means that, like all the best 
                operatic performances, there is an overall theatricality which 
                transcends the single moments. There is still a great deal to 
                be learnt from this recording. 
              
 
              
UN BALLO IN MASCHERA  
              
 
              
Here we can admire the way in which Elisabeth 
                Rethberg, so calm and controlled in Mozart, has the spinto 
                power for the great Verdi roles. Also in this case, there 
                is the suspicion that she has to take a few more breaths than 
                she would have considered ideal, but the right gleaming tone is 
                there. Her partner is the young Jussi Bjoerling, pouring out some 
                glorious sounds together with much musicality of phrasing. In 
                so far as we hear him, Richard Bonelli is a good Renato. 
              
 
              
Gennaro Papi had been with the Met since 1915 
                and his name crops up quite often in these historical rediscoveries. 
                This is true Verdian conducting with plenty of drama but also 
                sensitivity. The singers are allowed generous leeway, with some 
                long unmarked tenuti inserted which may have roots in tradition 
                since Papi’s memories went back almost to Verdi’s own days (and 
                he had worked with Puccini). 
              
 
              
Although this is little more than a fragment, 
                it does cover the highpoint of the opera, the duet between Amelia 
                and Riccardo, and that makes it a tremendous discovery, well worth 
                the patient work of piecing it all together; as the booklet describes, 
                this recording was in a particularly bad state of preservation, 
                but the results are surprisingly good. 
              
 
              
DIE WALKÜRE  
              
 
              
This is the earliest recording here, and for 
                all the patient work done to it, the sound is dim and the surfaces 
                often very heavy. The roughly contemporary HMV studio version 
                (Vienna 1935/Berlin 1938) almost sounds like a modern recording 
                in comparison. On the other hand, the forward recording of the 
                voices in that version is hardly an operatic balance and there 
                is the sensation here that we are actually witnessing a night 
                in the theatre, however cracked and steamed up our opera-glasses 
                may be. The HMV recording was a composite affair, scenes 3 and 
                5 (most of the music for Sieglinde and Siegmund) recorded in Vienna 
                under Bruno Walter, the rest in Berlin under Seidler-Winkler, 
                and the reason for making the comparison is that it, too, has 
                Lotte Lehmann and Lauritz Melchior as Sieglinde and Siegmund (I’m 
                using the Danacord transfer in their Melchior series but there 
                are others around). 
              
 
              
If you want to study the performances of these 
                two singers you’ll have to get both versions. On the HMV you can 
                hear so much more clearly what they are doing, but here in San 
                Francisco there is the thrill and continuity of a real performance. 
                This is also partly due to Reiner, for while the "humane" 
                Bruno Walter perhaps catches better the ebb and flow of the music 
                and is more considerate in giving the singers space, Reiner’s 
                leaner, more expressionistic reading screws up the tension and 
                goads the cast on to greater things. 
              
 
              
All the principal singers show a wonderful security 
                and have the voices to ride effortlessly over the great orchestra. 
                Melchior was the heldentenor we’ve been missing ever since, and 
                has a Wagnerian soprano ever surpassed the glinting perfection 
                of Kirsten Flagstad in her prime? Friedrich Schorr was one of 
                the great Wotans, but he was now 48 and his voice was past its 
                best. The contrast with the young Hans Hotter on the HMV recording 
                is in one sense cruel, but in another sense it is revealing. Hotter 
                was to become the great Wagnerian bass of the next generation, 
                but here he has only youthful security to guide him and Schorr, 
                making virtue of necessity by presenting a mellow Wotan, has a 
                more detailed response to the music. 
              
 
              
In spite of all the drawbacks – which also include 
                some substantial cuts – this is a performance that Wagner lovers 
                will need to have. 
              
 
              
All in all, there is plenty in these three CDs 
                to excite the most seasoned opera-lover. There are detailed notes 
                on the performances and the singers, but no synopses or libretti. 
                For this type of issue this seems a reasonable policy since it 
                is aimed at a public of aficionados. 
              
 
              
Christopher Howell  
              
see also review 
                by Robert J Farr