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La passion de Simone
There is no way anyone could fault the intention of this opera without being churlish, so high minded is its intention. Thereís so much here that makes it "beyond" criticism because itís dominated by the saint like image of Simone Weil who removes herself from the world, refusing to engage in the sort of trivialities the rest of us are concerned with, like survival. Weil apotheosized herself, her death a blazing entry into Valhalla, casting contradiction into the shadows. To their credit, Saariaho, Malouf and Sellars do present a more balanced approach, but itís hard to escape the basic nihilism. Whatís the point of anything, if, as Weil tells us (in the voice over) if "nothing exists thatís worthy of love". This isnít Gandhian effacement of ego. As the libretto (based on the comments of others, including Weilís sister) responds, "You never knew how to say "we"". But this isnít about philosophy; itís about how the opera draws from this an aura of profundity that ordinary discussion canít touch.
The orchestra takes central place on stage, the acting confined to a small box above the players Ė suitably claustrophobic and elevated. Sellars gets right to the essentials: the drama here is in the music and in Weilís mind. Distraction would dilute the impact. Dawn Upshaw carries the entire opera on her own: sheís the only singer throughout, and the fact that it works at all is a tribute to her personality and skill. Saariaho wrote this specifically for Upshawís voice, using its distinctive strength. Upshawís sensible and sensitive delivery makes the role seem grounded in reality, a very effective counterpoint to the other-worldly musings being quoted from off stage. Upshaw is supported by the dancer Michael Schumacher, who flits in and out of the shadows. Iím not sure what he symbolizes but itís a very expressive role, though he doesnít speak. Sometimes he and Upshaw mimic each othersí movements, sometimes he literally holds her up, such as when sheís referring to Weil being "crucified". Again, his muscular, animal magnetism works as a plot device, because it adds a great deal to the ideas behind this extremely cerebral work.
Iím much less convinced about the frequent allusions to Christianity. The reason why the bible makes a big thing about Christ feeling forsaken on the cross is because even in extremis, God hasnít forsaken him at all. The punchline left out here is that Jesus dies acknowledging God. Thereís a lot of pseudo-Christian rhetoric in this opera; even the operaís title is a direct reference to Christís passion. However, since so many western composers borrow not very accurately from other cultures, itís probably fair enough that a western religion gets the same treatment.
The music, however, is far more convincing. Saariaho feels deeply about the plot, but her music redeems its fundamental inconsistencies. Blank out the words, (though you shouldnít) and you have an intoxicating feast of chromatic colour. Itís so vivid and beautiful that, consciously or not, it undermines Weilís ideas that life is polluting, unworthy "bestiality". Saariaho even manages to incorporate into her music some of Weilís other ideas, such as the dichotomy between gravity and grace: gravity comes in the dark undercurrents of the brass and winds, for example, and grace in the diaphanous, glistening textures of her writing for strings and percussion. Thereís lots of her distinctive exoticism in the gamelan-like passages for marimba, bells and harp. There are some pretentious moments, such as over-long silences between the sections, and passages pushing the same point too long, but on balance, itís the music that makes this opera. No wonder Sellars wisely put the orchestra on display!
No doubt ĎThe Passion of Simoneí will be a huge hit and earn a permanent place in the repertoire. Itís more concentrated and focused than ĎLíamour de loin, and its subject matter almost guarantees a devoted audience. Itís an experience, definitely, but Iím not sure it gives the long term satisfaction of Shadowtime, built around Benjaminís suicide in the same period. Ferneyhough, who was Saariahoís teacher, diverged from Benjaminís story to create something quite new, but The Passion of Simone remains bound to its origins.
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