A NORMA COMES INTO HER OWN
By Jay Nordlinger
New York Sun, NY
Nov 15 2007
So far, this has been a good season for bel canto at the Metropolitan
Opera. The company opened with Donizetti’s "Lucia di Lammermoor," in
a new production by Mary Zimmerman – and it was pretty well sung. On
Monday night, the Met revived Bellini’s "Norma," in John Copley’s
production from 2001. And it was pretty well sung – sometimes very
well sung.
In "Norma," you need, above all, a Norma – and this role was filled
by Hasmik Papian, a soprano from Armenia. She did not have a good
beginning. She was raspy, unfocused, impure – flat. But an interesting
thing happened: Her voice got more beautiful and more secure as it
went higher. And she did some admirable things in "Casta diva" – for
example, a lovely diminuendo at the end. In the cabaletta, she was
not hurling and slashing enough; and her high Cs were quite flat. But
she got through all this, and showed a basic musical intelligence.
By Act II, she was improved – still flat, as in "Mira, o Norma," but
improved. And in the final scenes, she really came into her own. In
fact, she was almost a new woman, with more technical control,
more beauty of sound, and more musicality. She gave an excellent
demonstration of bel canto singing. And she ended the opera with a
superb high B. Better to begin poorly and end well, of course, than
vice versa.
Norma is a very hard role, and we should be patient with, and
appreciative of, all those who assume it. Ms. Papian acquitted herself
with honor. In addition to which – for those who value this kind of
thing – she looked beautiful.
Assuming Adalgisa was one of the outstanding mezzos of our time,
Dolora Zajick. As usual, she exhibited confidence and control –
control over her material, control over herself. Like Ms. Papian, she
suffered from some flats. But she did not suffer grievously. And Ms.
Zajick’s power – vocal power – can be shocking. Every once in a while,
she reminds you, "Oh, yeah: This is Dolora Zajick." And yet she
husbands that power, does not use it indiscriminately. In the course
of this show, Ms. Zajick sang a glorious, fantastic, soft high C. At
that moment, there seemed nothing too "mezzo" about this soprano.
The principal tenor of the evening was Franco Farina, in the role of
Pollione. At his best, he sounded like the "heroic lyric" Pollione must
be. And he was never less than adequate. His sound could be pinched,
and his pitch could be off. But Pollione, too, is no cakewalk. And,
like Ms. Papian, Mr. Farina came into his own in the final scenes. For
instance, his duet with Ms. Papian was assured and affecting.
And, all through the opera, he wore his cape, sword, and armor with
dignity.
Our bass – singing Oroveso – was Vitalij Kowaljow (born in Ukraine).
He was rich and authoritative. And, gratifyingly, he was lyrical,
not a blunderbuss. Taking the small role of Clotilde was Julianna
Di Giacomo, a soprano making her Met debut. She was solid, glowing –
very impressive. How good it will be to hear her in leading roles.
As for the Met’s chorus – those druids – it did its job. The men,
singing by themselves, were distinguished, and the chorus as a whole
was tightly savage in its vengeance music.
Conducting this performance was Maurizio Benini, for whom the Met is a
frequent pit stop. He was often blunt, but usually correct. He did not
always have control over his forces: The orchestra could be sloppy –
in its chords, for example – and the stage and pit were sometimes
a degree or two apart. Moreover, you could argue with several of
his interpretive choices. For me, "Casta diva" was far too slow and
soupy. (Was that Mr. Benini’s choice, or the soprano’s?) And the
thrilling duet "Sì, fino all’ore estreme" – the cabaletta of "Mira,
o Norma" – was sluggish, without thrill.
But, like his singers, the conductor acquitted himself with honor.
And some members of the orchestra shone. Act I, Scene 2, featured
some seriously good cello playing, and the beginning of Act II gave
us a very good clarinet.
At John Copley’s production, you could nitpick – for instance, I’m
not crazy about what looks like a little trampoline in the opening
scene. But this is a smart, tasteful, and effective production. It
combines spareness and grandeur, somehow, and gives off a beautiful,
inviting primitivism. "Where are Joan Sutherland and Marilyn Horne?"
some people cry. For that matter, where are Callas and Stignani? But
"Norma" goes on, and bel canto goes on. The Met’s current "Norma"
is very much worth seeing, and appreciating. Besides which: what a
great opera, even for those who aren’t bel canto-ites. Wagner called
Bellini "that sweet Sicilian." Sweet, yes, but – certainly in this
work – great, too.
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