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By ANDREW POWELL MUNICH \u2014 What is written on skin? Craftsmanship \u201cas immaculate as anything \u2026 composed since the heyday of Ravel\u201d and \u201cglimpses of a 21st-century tonality,\u201d if you read Alex Ross<\/a> in The New Yorker. And \u201ca psychologically gripping, emotionally heart-pounding and viscerally satisfying drama,\u201d according to Corinna da Fonseca-Wollheim<\/a> for The New York Times. The skin in question is parchment for an illuminated family history, the requisition of which propels a retelling of a short medieval horror story: husband serves faithless wife her (troubadour) lover\u2019s heart. Boccaccio used it in 1351. Verdi five hundred years later did not. The cited critics are praising an \u201copera\u201d of the bloody tale by George Benjamin<\/a> to a libretto by Martin Crimp<\/a>, premiered in Aix-en-Provence<\/a> last year and given its first German outing here at the Prinz-Regenten-Theater<\/a> on July 23 as part of the Munich Opera Festival.<\/p>\n To these ears, Written On Skin<\/em> with its two momentary breaks amounts to a 95-minute triptych of orchestral pieces and an applied, alien vocal overlay: concert sheep in wolf\u2019s clothing. Each piece employs constructs familiar from Benjamin\u2019s Ringed By the Flat Horizon<\/em> (1980, heard at its London premiere that year) and Palimpsests<\/em> (2002, played intently here 15 months ago by the Bavarian Radio Symphony Orchestra<\/a>). Those 20-minute works adumbrate with their own kind of anything-but-operatic drama: discreet coloring; cautious pacing; finely splintered textures and balances; spare, crashing climaxes; and retreats of knowing modesty. They hold the attention and lodge themselves in the mind for, well, years. Craftsmanship indeed.<\/p>\n Laced with motifs and fuller phrases for verrophone and bass viola da gamba<\/em>, the opera\u2019s scoring coyly addresses its ghoulish subject. Sandpaper blocks and a whip contribute against a brooding 8-6-6-6-4 string complement. Stretched atop and across is the Brittenish writing for voice. This is at its most expressive and stirring in several duets, especially those involving the husband, cast by Crimp as the \u201cProtector.\u201d Often, though, the meeting of the earlier composer\u2019s techniques and Benjamin\u2019s deliberative way with structure produces drawn-out phrases \u2014 the natural counterpart to his instrumental writing and a reflection of the style and methods he settled into at Cambridge, England, more than thirty years ago. Characters then emote in similar Saran Wrap lines at various pitches. The music cannot under the circumstances shift organically, let alone spontaneously. Instead of driving the action, it merely colors it, albeit with distinction and force: drama as ornament for inescapable, purely musical shapes.<\/p>\n Benjamin cultivates tension right from the start, and sustains it, as he does in concert hall music, until those inevitable but seemingly casual breaks. Tension, not suspense. If some of the same could be said of Bart\u00f3k\u2019s opera, it could never be said of the average Monteverdi madrigal.<\/p>\n Determined, apparently, to create a music-theater work of feature length after collaborating on the chamber-scale Into the Little Hill<\/em> (2006), composer and librettist chose a tale with one linear thread: a hiring, a seduction, marital confrontation, murder, a juicy meal and a suicide. This Crimp spins out to the breaking point, even if his words are always fresh and concise; his dead-end subplot offers no substitute for missing theatrical counterpoint. And so the characterizations are limited: the Protector a landed, obsessive-possessive bully; the wife, called Agn\u00e8s, his hapless vassal; the third principal singing role, called the Boy (and Angel 1), passive and largely inert \u2014 yet it is he who, hired at the outset, is tasked with preparing that family history and who stirs rebellion in Agn\u00e8s, becoming her lover without wishing it or evolving as a result.<\/p>\n Katie Mitchell<\/a>\u2019s clearly purposed, split-level staging (from Aix) operates supportively enough. She perhaps sensed the need for more action, but she responds with supplemental and ineffectual zombie exploits stage right, and the viewer soon tunes these out. Her principal direction, however, remains assiduously in focus.<\/p>\n Kent Nagano<\/a> led a committed performance on opening night, taking over from the composer, who had conducted in Aix. That was Munich\u2019s loss: Benjamin, on hand for bows, is a gifted leader. But Nagano\u2019s coordination endured and the Austrian orchestra Klangforum Wien<\/a> played with obvious dedication. Philipp Alexander Marguerre and Eva Reiter ably traced the vital verrophone and viola da gamba<\/em> parts. Countertenor Iestyn Davies<\/a>, taking over from Bejun Mehta who had sung the Boy in France, contrasted ideally with Christopher Purves<\/a>\u2019s fearsome and all-too-realistic (bass-baritone) Protector. Both were persuasive musically. As the distressed Agn\u00e8s, soprano Barbara Hannigan<\/a> acted and sang as if her own life were under \u201cprotection.\u201d Marie Victoria Simmonds (mezzo-soprano) and John Allan Clayton (tenor) made vivid contributions as Angels 2 and 3.<\/p>\n Photo \u00a9 Matthias Schrader for Associated Press<\/p>\n Related posts:
\nPublished: August 24, 2013<\/span><\/p>\n
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