Friday, May 6, 2016
taking up the axe
by Douglas Messerli
Hugo von Hofmannsthal (libretto, based on his own adaptation of the Sophocles tragedy), Richard Strauss (composer) Elektra / the production Howard Fox and I saw was a Metropolitan Opera HD live production on Saturday, April 30, 2016
Stemme transformed the wounded woman, desperate to revenge her father Agamemnon’s death, from a somewhat indecisive Hamlet-like figure into a character absolutely ready and willing to accomplish the act. If only she had easy access to the house; in this version she appears to have been locked out. And if only she were not a woman or had an ally in her sister, the more rational yet more conventional Chrysthemis (the splendid Adrianne Pieczonka), she would take up the axe and whack her mother, Klytämmestra (Waltraud Meier) and step-father Aegisth (Burkhard Ulrich) more than 40 whacks.
The powerful queen, who cannot sleep because of her recurring nightmares, spends most of her days trying out various sacrifices to appease the gods. In other words, the Palace of Mycenae is quite obviously a bloody, bloody place, which even the timid Chrysthemis seeks to escape. Is it any wonder that Elektra has taken her bedding into the palace courtyard—beautifully designed by Richard Peduzzi—to live like a dog?
From her totally outsider position, at least, she can hurl her hateful vindictives almost without reaction. It is only when the distraught queen expresses her fears and, for a few intense moments actually attempts to communicate with her hateful daughter, that she opens herself up to attack, with Elektra demanding the one sacrifice Klytämmestra is unwilling to make—her own life.
It is Orest (Eric Owens), of course, who has also been hounded out of this society, who must return to achieve the revenge. But even he, who has perhaps suffered even more than Elektra, is appalled by his sister’s appearance and demeanor. Although the two sing lovingly to one another, almost—despite this opera’s near-barbaric whirlwind of orchestration (evidently one of the largest orchestras in the Metropolitan’s history)—a love duet, after achieving the dreadful deed he walks away with seeming disgust, alike Herod’s final disgust of his daughter.
In this production it would have seemed nearly unbearable to watch the sturdy Stemme perform a dance of death. She moves in a few strained gestures before sitting—for the first time in silence in this opera. If she hasn’t literally danced herself to death, she is now joyfully dead to the world.
Despite the unforgettable performances by all of this production’s leads, celebrated with a long standing ovation by both audience and even the orchestra (something I have never seen before), the real wonder of the opera, given von Hofmannsthal’s highly abbreviated libretto, was Strauss’ marvelous score which literally, under Esa-Pekka Salonen’s baton, swirled up the action into a near tornado of beauteous dissonance. From the pounded tympanum chords of the opera’s opening cry of “Agamemnon” to its last whorls of strings, Strauss’ music says nearly everything that this short opera has to say, music which I still can hear today, a half-week away from the Metropolitan HD broadcast.
*The opera premiered at Semper Opernhaus in Dresden in 1909, with a performance at the Manhattan Opera in New York in 1910.
Los Angeles, May 3, 2016