Nigel Wilkinson

Nigel has attended regularly, in Paris and elsewhere, for over 40 years. His focus is more on live, staged opera, warts and all, than recordings. His reports, which started as an aide-mémoire but were soon shared with friends and eventually became a blog, aim to encapsulate the unique experience, warts and all, of an ordinary, paying opera-goer. His other interests include travel, food and friendships, and he collects art by (mostly) young artists from around the world. UK-born and a graduate of Trinity College Cambridge, he has lived and worked in Iran and Turkey, but settled in Paris and, Brexit oblige, is now French.

Car Park Casta Diva Car Park Casta Diva

Fine music-making meets a clunker of a production in La Monnaie‘s revival of Norma

Life in the Faust lane Life in the Faust lane

Théâtre de l’Athénée Louis-Jouvet mounts a raucous production of Hervé’s Le petit Faust. 

All the fine young cannibals All the fine young cannibals

Offenbach‘s Robinson Crusoé is salvaged from obscurity. 

Get in the zone Get in the zone

Tamara Wilson and Stanislas de Barbeyrac are the standouts in Calixto Bieito’s underwhelming Die Walküre in Paris

Damned to hell Damned to hell

Only the singers, led by Benjamin Bernheim, can salvage a dismal La Damnation de Faust at the Théâtre des Champs Elysées.

Frieze frame Frieze frame

Shirin Neshat‘s Aïda in Paris is a typical instance of what happens when an artist is brought in to direct an opera.

Vigorous to rigorous Vigorous to rigorous

Dmitry Matvienko led a performance of Mussorgsky and Shostakovich at La Monnaie with meticulous rectitude.

There’s a parade in town There’s a parade in town

Les Brigands at the Paris Opera is an expensive joke that never lands

Drama therapy Drama therapy

Carmen in Brussels is dramatically vibrant, if vocally stretched

Those in glass houses Those in glass houses

Krzysztof Warlikowski‘s Der Rosenkavalier at the Théâtre des Champs Elysées surpasses even Nigel Wilkinson‘s high ‘WTF threshhold’

Georges has Georges Georges has Georges

A double bill of rare Bizet works in Paris is not something any of us needs to do more than once

Three ages of woman Three ages of woman

Asmik Grigorian’s scorching turn in Il trittico in Paris has Nigel Wilkinson wondering, ‘what is it that makes Americans so weepy?’

Fractured féerie tales Fractured féerie tales

Félix Fourdrain‘s “féerie” Les Contes de Perrault by the Frivolités Parisiennes is as fun for adults as it is for children

C’est une vraie voix C’est une vraie voix

Don Carlos returns to the Opéra National de Paris and it’s an unusually happy occasion

Selvaggia e aspra e forte Selvaggia e aspra e forte

Pascal Dusapin‘s dynamic and demanding traversal of Dante‘s Commedia arrives at the Paris Opera

Haircut and paste Haircut and paste

Back to Rameau again this week with Samson at the Opéra Comique, my third Rameau production in as little as three months, after Les Fêtes d’Hébé in the same house, and Castor et Pollux at the Palais Garnier.

Beyond redemption Beyond redemption

This performance of Mahler’s Symphony N°8 at the Bozar in Brussels will probably be my last ever Mahler concert.

My Lott in life My Lott in life

Some of my blog‘s habitués (they do exist) will know that I sometimes quote the people around me at the opera.

The twilight zone The twilight zone

As I mentioned in my last article (on the subject of Calixto Bieito’s production of Das Rheingold at the Paris Opera), in what the French might call une histoire belge, La Monnaie’s Ring cycle started with Romeo Castellucci as its director, and is now ending with Pierre Audi.

God grief God grief

Nigel Wilkinson takes on the first installment of the Paris Opera’s new Calixto Bieito-directed Ring Cycle

Sung and spoken tragedy Sung and spoken tragedy

The return of Cherubini‘s Medée to the Opéra Comique may be a homecoming, but Nigel Wilkinson almost went home at intermission.

Playing midwives to an egg Playing midwives to an egg

Nigel Wilkinson reports on Teodor Curentzis and Peter Sellars‘s new production of Rameau‘s Castor et Pollux in Paris.

Roadkill, twice over Roadkill, twice over

Though I’ve sometimes complained that the Paris Opera, while supposedly short of cash, changes its productions nearly as often as the rest of us change our socks, André Engel’s Cunning Little Vixen first appeared there 17 years ago. At the time it was billed as ‘new’, though it actually dates back further still, to 2000 at the Lyon Opera. I saw it when it arrived at the Bastille and wrote it up at the time.

Quand sur la plage Quand sur la plage

What can you say, other than that everything was fab?