Having just reviewed 
                a book listing recordings of music inspired 
                by art (review), 
                a seminal interpretation of a major 
                twentieth century opera arrives for 
                my consideration. Had the book run to 
                DVD listings, no doubt this present 
                release would have been ripe for inclusion. 
                The book also omits, because of its 
                terms of reference rather than carelessness) 
                the now available recording of the La 
                Fenice world premiere in 1951 (Gala 
                CD), conducted by the composer. His 
                later studio recording is listed (Sony 
                SM2K 46299); and there are others from 
                Chailly, Ozawa, Nagano, Gardiner, and 
                two from Robert Craft. 
              
 
              
There is perhaps more 
                urgency to see as well as hear this 
                work than there is with most, so close 
                is the impact of the visual inspiration 
                upon it. It prompts questions regarding 
                influence, inspiration and even interpretation 
                of the work to which, more than any 
                other, version, this release is able 
                to offer a response. And with this production 
                there is a double circle of inspiration 
                at work: in the music and the production 
                design. The inspirational circle of 
                the music is drawn from Hogarth through 
                Mozart to Stravinsky, whilst that of 
                the design is more directly from Hogarth 
                to Hockney, though taking full account 
                of Stravinsky en route. Curious interweavings 
                are at work. 
              
 
              
To my eyes and ears 
                one of the keys to the success this 
                production enjoyed is to be found in 
                the premiere at La Fenice. Stravinsky, 
                normally money conscious whatever the 
                opportunity, worked on the score for 
                three years without commission with 
                the promise that La Fenice would stage 
                it. The reason? The relatively chamber-sized 
                proportions of the old house perfectly 
                suited his intentions for the scheme. 
                The translation from one house to another 
                could appear almost seamless with the 
                intimate Mozartian heritage the old 
                Glyndebourne had about it further playing 
                into the bargain. 
              
 
              
The forms employed 
                are more Mozart-indebted than might 
                initially be realised - secco or accompagnato 
                recitatives, solos, duets, trios, interludes 
                – even the telling of a moral story 
                that has parallels with Don Giovanni: 
                both deal with man’s downfall. But Stravinsky’s 
                music is original, rather than mere 
                pastiche. So too is the plot itself, 
                cunningly engineered by the composer, 
                Aldous Huxley and Chester Kallman to 
                end up at a staged depiction of Hogarth’s 
                Bedlam, perhaps the most famous 
                engraving in The Rake’s Progress 
                (1732/33), which Stravinsky saw 
                in Chicago. 
              
 
              
Having recently re-read 
                John Jolliffe’s excellent Glyndebourne: 
                An Operatic Miracle (Pub. John Murray), 
                I was aware that Hockney’s influence 
                upon the production was more than that 
                of a mere designer. John Cox, the director, 
                even commented afterwards on Hockney’s 
                definite views about the performances. 
                One contemporary critic opined that 
                the design had ‘completely absorb[ed] 
                the music, producing a true marriage 
                of the arts’. Watching the production 
                now it is nigh impossible to disagree. 
              
 
              
What is apparent is 
                the clarity of line in all senses. Visually, 
                Hockney’s employment of hatched lines 
                on a white ground not only recalls in 
                spirit the engraving process, but emphasises 
                the essential elements of his conception, 
                which in itself owes much to historical 
                accuracy for the Bedlam scene particularly. 
                Although the designs are Hockney’s the 
                precise point where they depart from 
                Hogarth’s influence can at times be 
                hard to identify; they demonstrate Hockney’s 
                life-long interest in earlier English 
                art. 
              
 
              
Musical line plays 
                its part too. As other DVDs have demonstrated 
                (such as the Don Giovanni from 
                two years later – see review), 
                Haitink had still to grasp the full 
                depth of Mozart; but his understanding 
                was such that he brings forth the impulses 
                to Stravinsky’s writing. The conducting, 
                like much of Haitink’s early work, appears 
                lacking in emotional emphasis, but this 
                serves to increase the work’s power. 
                Orchestra and chorus show commitment 
                and often refinement too, taking 1970s 
                TV sound recording into account. 
              
 
              
Many will buy the DVD 
                for the singers alone, and this is a 
                justifiable reason. Felicity Lott’s 
                portrayal of Anne was loved at the time, 
                and is well preserved here. But Flott 
                in Stravinsky, some might think? Recall 
                that Elizabeth Schwarzkopf created the 
                role at La Fenice - great Straussian 
                lyricists both of them – and both negotiate 
                the spiky contours of vocal line with 
                honour. And to look at Flott you know 
                Tom Rakewell must be mad – how could 
                any sane man turn her away? Richard 
                Van Allen, as Trulove, manages the role 
                valiantly, though its confines are rather 
                tight given his abilities. 
              
 
              
Perusing the Don 
                Giovanni review, you might think 
                my comments about Leo Goeke to be predictable 
                here. To an extent, yes; but in one 
                crucial respect I find him a compelling 
                advocate. The voice is lean and reasonably 
                evenly produced, though I still find 
                his acting a little lacking early on. 
                But he comes into his own in the Bedlam 
                scene, with nothing but the delusional 
                belief he is Adonis for company. His 
                tanned wide-jawed all-American looks 
                may to many appear godly – a mask the 
                delusion just manages to crack. 
              
 
              
Rosalind Elias’s bearded 
                Baba the Turk is probably not the most 
                extreme interpretation available, but 
                she carries all before her with facial 
                gestures and an exploration of the voice 
                that shows wit and intelligent characterisation 
                at work. There is a marked contrast 
                to the other singers’ purity of production, 
                which is of requisite suitability. 
              
 
              
What to say of Sam 
                Ramey’s Nick Shadow, the devil incarnate, 
                a concept believed in by Stravinsky 
                all his life? The devil comes in a kindly 
                shape for sure, sly, brooding and menacing 
                even with a single glance. The smile 
                sends shivers down the spine. Then the 
                voice, whose richness and suppleness 
                might beguile anyone to accept imminent 
                ruin with the cavalier ease of a Tom 
                Rakewell. This is as strongly acted 
                a Stravinskian protagonist as one could 
                wish for, Perhaps some on CD get a shade 
                more from the text, but as a live performance 
                this is hard to beat. 
              
 
              
An entirely self-recommending 
                classic that’s not to be missed, whether 
                you want the cerebral pleasures of tracing 
                artistic influences or simply a cracking 
                all-round operatic experience. 
              
Evan Dickerson