This is the opera 
                  recording that many lovers of the late-Romantic idiom have waited 
                  for. The notoriously self-critical Dukas is known to the general 
                  public basically for The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. 
                  Even more experienced music-lovers can perhaps add to that the 
                  Piano Sonata, La Péri and maybe the Symphony. But the 
                  composer really considered Ariane et Barbe-Bleu his masterpiece 
                  and the fact that it’s hardly ever mounted in the opera house 
                  means that a decent recording is paramount.
                
Actually, just to 
                  qualify the above, it has been recorded in stereo by the ever-reliable 
                  Armin Jordan on Erato, a version I haven’t heard and which appears 
                  to have been deleted; similarly one from 1968 conducted by Tony 
                  Aubin. It has also been produced by Opera North in the early 
                  1990s, again not seen by me but generally given a somewhat muted 
                  reaction at the time, at least by the public. This could be 
                  because it’s a symbolist piece, where stage action takes second 
                  place to psychological drama. Mood and atmosphere are the key 
                  words here, and in this sense it works well as a ‘gramophone’ 
                  opera, in much the same way as its much more famous counterpart, 
                  Bartók’s Bluebeard’s Castle, does.
                
Another reference 
                  that used to intrigue me was that of Erich Korngold, who obviously 
                  revered this opera and is quoted in Brendon Carroll’s biography 
                  ‘The Last Prodigy’ as having ‘lived off Dukas’ Ariane 
                  for years’. He was referring to the orchestration, which is 
                  indeed one of its main strengths, but I reckon Korngold was 
                  being typically mischievous as he was very much his own man 
                  in the orchestra department. Still, if he did ‘pinch’ anything, 
                  I can’t think of a better work to choose. The sound-world is 
                  indeed sumptuous, with thrillingly imaginative use of every 
                  instrumental family. It has been said that this opera is top 
                  heavy, and I guess I can hear what is meant: this piece glitters 
                  in the manner of Russian masters, particularly Rimsky, with 
                  a smattering of early Stravinsky - same influence - and Strauss.  
                  There are also occasional flecks of colour that echo his French 
                  countrymen, which was probably inevitable given that Dukas’ 
                  librettist, Maurice Maeterlinck, also provided Debussy with 
                  his text for Pelléas, which is quoted in and among, as 
                  is La Mer (track 4, 2:31). Still, it’s very hard at times 
                  to categorise, as Dukas, like Korngold, is also his own man. 
                  I suppose what I’m saying is that the orchestral tapestry with 
                  vocal lines woven in is a prime pleasure, at least on first 
                  acquaintance, and here is where the excellent BBC playing and 
                  modern recording really do the work justice.
                
              
The odd thing about 
                this treatment of the Bluebeard legend is that in Maeterlinck’s 
                libretto for Dukas, his character only makes the briefest 
                of appearances, leading some commentators to see this as a feminist 
                version of the story. I’m not sure about that slant, but certainly 
                the women, and particularly Ariane, dominate. She’s ever-present 
                in an vocally exceptionally demanding role, one in which Lori 
                Philips acquits herself well. She characterises beautifully as 
                she tries to uncover Bluebeard’s past, taking us around his castle 
                with all its colour and wonder, enunciating the text with precision 
                and feeling. If the lower range taxes her somewhat – Dukas does 
                ask for a mezzo – then she compensates in every other way. Dublin-born 
                Patricia Bardon’s Nurse does have a true mezzo, and when Ariane 
                is singing in those lower registers, the two overlap almost as 
                one, which may have been intentional. The same thing happens in 
                Strauss’s Die Frau ohne Schatten, so one has to 
                follow the text very closely. Of the other wives who feature, 
                the standout is Ana James’ Ygraine, sensual and richly opulent. 
                There’s also a telling contribution from the chorus, especially 
                near the opening. 
              
As I write this, the 
                BBC have just broadcast this very recording in its entirety on 
                Radio 3’s afternoon programme, and it’s bound to win new friends 
                for the work. Whatever one makes of the libretto – and there’s 
                no doubt to me that Bartók’s opera is dramatically tauter – there 
                are some wonderful things here. It’s always a pleasure to welcome 
                a relative rarity into the mainstream. With its exemplary booklet 
                and wide-ranging sound quality, this is something Botstein’s superb 
                new version should surely achieve. 
                  
                Tony Haywood