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Fleur du mal

Nathaniel Hawthorne, the repentant Puritan—that is, he repented that his family had once been Puritans—describes the voice of Rappaccini’s Daughter, Beatrice, as “rich as a tropical sunset, … which made Giovanni, though he knew not why, think of deep hues of purple or crimson and of perfumes heavily delectable.” That may have been enough to lure Mexican composer Daniel Catán to turn this overwritten anecdote in Frankenstein gothic into a chamber opera, La Hija de Rappaccini.  

If Catán’s astringent, percussive score does not live up to such coloristic hints, the staging by Gotham Chamber Opera in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens on Monday evening certainly did, at least in the glamorous pink and purple above the stage area, a sunset lingering precisely as long as the not-quite-two-hour score and not a second longer. Kudos to whoever arranged the clouds just so above Prospect Park. The opera will be repeated next Monday at the same site, right behind the Brooklyn Museum. Weather is predicted.

Hawthorne’s theme of science run amok, questioning (even violating) the Laws of God, was a popular one during an era when intellectual progress rashly challenged much received (and revealed) wisdom. Dr. Rappaccini sacrifices his life, his soul, his daughter, everything to the new idol, experimental science. His garden in Padua mimics Eden, except that all his exotic and selectively bred plants are poisonous. (Today, Hawthorne might call his tale “Monsanto’s Daughter.”)

The doctor’s child, evidently also self-generated, has likewise been nurtured on the poisonous garden. She has a touch that burns, a kiss that kills; the character cries out for punk diva treatment. But she has one thing she can call her own, her God-given soul, all cloying sweetness and light. The student, Giovanni, who carelessly falls in love with her, is gradually transformed by her breath and the garden’s atmosphere into her poisonous male counterpart. He gives her a “universal antidote,” but the substance that will cure any poison, kills pure, poisonous Beatrice.

Juan Tovar’s libretto delves slightly further into the psyche of these people, their base and basic impulses: Hawthorne describes Giovanni’s dreams, and in the opera we see them sing, and the characters within them tell Giovanni just what he’d like to hear. The opera cleverly “personifies” three of the garden’s purple plants (costumes by Anita Yavich, choreography by Mark Dendy) who, like the Hesperides, weave their way about their walled orchard, surrounding the lovers with purple limbs and crimson voices.

The elderly housekeeper becomes more clearly a procuress. The rival scientists fight their battles in the open. But somehow, while young Giovanni is clearly presented, in his naiveté and in his sensuous self, Beatrice, too heavily, symbolically explained in Hawthorne, is a sketchy enigma here. We don’t quite get what she wants, what she knows, any clear sense of her lonely predicament. That’s the libretto; Catán’s score which, in the hands of a master would fill in the blanks or replace them with something attractive in its very vagueness, is atmospheric but insubstantial.

The music is scored for percussion: harp, piano, triangle, drums. This is metallic rather than sensuous, full of suggestion but little melody. It is not that Catán is unaware of melody or its uses in storytelling: At moments of heightened drama, such as Giovanni’s first sight of Beatrice or the trio of temptation when the doctor bids his “creations” join together in a ghastly parody of Adam and Eve and their death-bringing tree, melody seems to find itself and hearers are pleased and grateful. We receive these emotional pinnacles … well, emotionally.

But Catán either cannot or does not care to sustain melody. Most of the tale is stated in the bald arioso of so much dreary modern opera. The singers go up too high for comfort when they are upset by something, or descend when they are speaking portentously. It makes one restless to hear what they can really do, and Catán is not much interested in exploiting that resource. Too, in this outdoor performance they were all miked, which flattened emotional affect as well as undercutting any personal skill at producing loud or soft singing for dramatic reasons.

Beatriz (as she is in this Spanish libretto) is sung by soprano Elaine Alvarez, whose miked voice indicated little emotion and had trouble sustaining top notes. Far more alluring was the near-contralto of Jessica Grigg as Isabela, Giovanni’s insinuating landlady who could hardly change the towels without appearing to murmur of love, while she seemed positively to glow on the word “flores,” underlined by percussive explosions.

Giovanni was sung by Daniel Montenegro in an appropriately ardent manner: It was clear from his easy phrasing and rise to controlled anguish that his character was confronting new and startling emotions. His voice gave his feelings a meat the libretto tended not to provide. Eric Dubin’s dark baritone made Dr. Rappaccini a sturdy, almost Satanic figure in contrast to his sickly, neurotic original in Hawthorne.

Tenor Brian Downen had the thankless role of Rappaccini’s scientific adversary, Baglioni, who had to sing a lot of narrative exposition without getting much song out of it. The flowers (and what a chance Catán wasted, here, to build modern color upon the nymphs of Wagner and Strauss!) were well danced and capably sung by Ariana Wyatt, Cassandra Zoe Velasco and Nora Graham-Smith.

Conductor Neal Goren kept the story moving and drew intriguing, evocative sounds from his musicians, aided by fortuitous sunset birdsong. Rebecca Taichman’s direction was simple and clear, even spread over Riccardo Hernandez’s playing areas, which included a bedroom in an inn and a garden with a tree of dead leaves that seemed to turn golden as Justin Townsend’s light fell on them.

Photos by Richard Termine.

  • Will

    I formed a rather better opinion of this opera via the Manhattan School of Music’s 1997 recording with Olivia Gorra as Beatriz and Brandon Jovanovich as Giovanni. Singers and conductor seem to me to have brought out a good deal more emotion than you encountered in Gotham’s performance. Jovanovich handled the high-lying passages very well. I have almost never been satisfied in outdoor amplified performances that I am hearing what singers and orchestras really sound like.

  • emeraldlulu

    I take issue with the fact that you are blaming the miking on the singers’ inability to know how to sing with them. Yes, miking flattens sound a bit, but it does not, technically, have any effect on the dynamic range a singer uses, nor on how good (or bad) an actor they are. I did see this performance, and felt that Ms. Alvarez’s “little emotion,” for example, was only due to the fact that she wasn’t a particularly good actress.

    Now that companies like Gotham are using miking in non-traditional spaces, maybe it would behoove them to spend a little more money on sound, and maybe teach the singers how to use them (basically, just sing how one normally would). Broadway singers are often taught in school how to sing with mics, and also know that they won’t be hearing their vocals in any type of monitor.

    While I’m not advocating for opera to start getting miked as a rule, nor for Broadway singers to come sing their roles, I am advocating for some serious money be put behind the sound budget, and some sort of training be given to the singers who normally don’t sing with mics.

  • Jamie01

    I agree that it’s not possible to draw firm conclusions about the quality of the singing and playing in an amplified outdoor performance, but in my opinion the effectiveness of the staging, and the dramatic commitment by the performers, was better than most of what I saw at the Met this season.

    • Cocky Kurwenal

      ‘I agree that it’s not possible to draw firm conclusions about the quality of the singing and playing in an amplified outdoor performance’

      I don’t see why that should be. You can draw conclusions, you just need to use different terms and criteria.

      • armerjacquino

        Yes. We all went mad over Netrebko’s first go at the TROV Leonora- and rightly so, because it was fab. It was clear at that amplified outdoor performance (via YouTube, yet!) that there was some very very fine singing going on.

      • Jamie01

        I would be inclined to agree if this were an established venue, with a sound system that had presumably been tested and refined over time, and with which the performers were familiar. This was opening night of a performance set up in an open lawn that had never hosted such an event before.

  • luvtennis

    Wow! I have always thought of Rap’s Daughter as a masterpiece. I wrote a paper on it at college. I agree that Catan suppresses his melodic gifts in the piece but he is otherwise very gifted in this area if Florencia en al Amazonas is anything to go by….

  • emeraldlulu

    Jamie01: your last comment is spot on. From what I understand, they had one day to tech and dress in the garden, period. And then it was rainy and humid hours before the show. Talk about a very difficult situation. They did the best with what they had, at least.

  • Our own JJ’s take.