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La Cieca predicts you will be seeing more of the same old puritans at the Met next season, and she’s not just talking about the ones who slouch around during intermission hissing, “You call that a trill?” But uou will also see six new productions (including a Met premiere of a 21st century work) and the local debut of one of opera’s most controversial stage directors.
UPDATE: Further casting for Wozzeck; see below.
The following information—rumors, all of it, remember—is gleaned and compiled from, oh, all over the place. Some of the more familiar details derive from Brad Wilber‘s old Met Futures site, though obviously in the time since that wonderful resource was removed from the web a little over a year ago, casting and repertoire has evolved significantly and (all modesty aside) your doyenne has done a little sniffing of her own.
Besides the expected return of James Levine to the podium, the biggest news in 2013-2014 at the Met looks to be the New York premiere of Nico Muhly‘s Two Boys and the company’s first performances since 1915 of Borodin’s Prince Igor—in a production by Dmitri Tcherniakov.
The bad news is that three productions have apparently been 86ed: Tannhäuser,Parsifal and Mahagonny.
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Opera Today
October 31, 2008
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The simple fable at the heart of Die Frau ohne Schatten shouldn’t be difficult to parse, but Hugo von Hofmannsthal’s libretto juggles its vaguely Jungian, vaguely Arabian Nights symbolitry as if with intent to mystify and bewilder. He never could explain, for instance, even to Richard Strauss, why the fish dinner in the frying pan sing with the voices of the Dyer’s unborn children, except that it was a nifty effect, which it is.
Strauss made of this myth so rich a dessert, so triumphant a climax to the post-Wagnerian school, that many a puzzled opera-goer is content to let the meaning go hang, and wallow in the leitmotivational soufflé.
But FrOSch (as we devotees call it) is a legendary music-drama with psycho-sexual undertones. Your spirit will rise even higher than the endlessly ecstatic concluding quartet if you take its universal message to heart. This message is similar to that of Parsifal but perhaps more straightforward, as suits a work created during the distant thunders of the Great War: We are only truly human if we can feel empathy, compassion, for other human beings, even highly dissimilar ones—as the Spirit-born Empress learns to feel it for the lowly human couple, Barak the Dyer and his Wife.
Without compassion, we are creatures of solitary ego who