The scorned mother of us all The scorned mother of us all

Seeing Sondra Radvanovsky as Medea at Lyric Opera of Chicago sprawled across the floor, soaked in her children’s blood, is proof that we’re witnessing an utterly haunting singer-actor.

Jester to me Jester to me

Rigoletto at The Santa Fe Opera is a near miss.

Actress of protest Actress of protest

Ainadamar functions on two levels: as a defiant dance against fascist totalitarianism and as an exaltation of the diva.

Tucker and roll Tucker and roll

The Richard Tucker Foundation Gala has always been a big annual celebration of the voice with an emphasis on big-voiced singers in big repertoire (not much Wagner usually, though…). Like so many reliable operatic institutions it has struggled for survival after the pandemic.

Spain and neutered Spain and neutered

Ainadamar never quite found its identity between the two poles of conceptual and concrete.

Love wins Love wins

Opera has always been Orpheus-obsessed.

Happy, happy solo woman Happy, happy solo woman

There’s nothing unusual about casting a woman in Solomon‘s titular role.

Gladiator tidings Gladiator tidings

The finals on Sunday seemed a bit like the modern-day operatic equivalent of the Roman colosseum.