Canonically ossified Canonically ossified

When such a canonically ossified work like Verdi’s Aïda is directed at all (let alone as ambitiously as Damiano Michieletto at the Maggio Musicale Fiorentino), it does feel like a completely different opera

Not an asset to the abbey Not an asset to the abbey

Francesco Filidei’s new opera The Name of the Rose struggles to bridge the past and the present in Milan

Between two mirrors Between two mirrors

Shortly before Tuesday’s performance of Salome at La Scala, I did something I rarely do: I took a mirror selfie.

Digging in the dirt Digging in the dirt

Even those of us who consider Guillaume Tell Rossini’s greatest opera understand why it has not been his most frequently staged.

I wake up screaming I wake up screaming

Töt erst sein Weib!” shrieks Anja Kampe as Leonore during the very first moments of Andreas Homoki’s ingenious production of Beethoven’s only opera, Fidelio, at Opernhaus Zürich.

Rung number Rung number

Unlike Mozart, the young Gioacchino Rossini seldom let his ambitions strain relations with employers.