Metropolitan
Opera at Lincoln Center. Balcony (Seat
C113, $87.50).
Story. The cruise ship Achille Lauro was hijacked by
four Palestinians after it left Alexandria.
The one hostage they killed was Leon Klinghoffer in a wheelchair. The story is told as a recollection from
various people: the captain, the first officer, a grandmother and her
grandchild, a Swiss woman who hid in her cabin, and a British Dancer. After the terrorists disembarked at Cairo,
Marilyn Klinghoffer was told of Leon’s death.
The opera ends with Marilyn expressing her sorrow.
Conductor –
David Robertson. The Captain – Paulo
Szot, The First Officer – Christopher Feigum, Leon Klinghoffer – Alan Opie,
Marilyn Klinghoffer – Michaela Martens, Swiss Grandmother – Maria Zifchak,
Austrian Woman – Theodora Hanslowe, British Dancer – Kate Miller-Heidke, Molqi
– Sean Panikkar, Mamoud – Aubrey Allicok, Rambo – Ryan Speedo Green, Omar –
Jesse Kovarsky, Palestinian Woman – Maya Lahyani.
With the passage
of about 30 years, I had only a vague memory of the event until the Met
announced this opera for this season.
Wanting to get some modern opera in, we booked this as part of this
season’s subscription. Other commitments
got us to make a couple of exchanges before settling on tonight’s
performance. Thus we got to see the
premiere performance of the opera at the Met.
During the
summer the Met announced that it was cancelling a live broadcast of a
performance because of the controversy it generated. I didn’t explore the reasons for the
cancellation (not that people would really tell the truth with these things,)
but attributed it to political correctness to not offend Palestinians. It therefore came as a surprise as the
premiere date drew closer that the groups most vocal against the opera are
Jewish groups. The big issue is they
feel the opera puts Palestinians and Jews on the same footing, thus committing
the sin of “moral equivalence.”
I do have some
strongly held world views, but I have tried to avoid talking about those in
this blog, since it is really more about the arts and the enjoyment
thereof. However, a visit to Bethlehem
in 2012 punctuated for me the hardship Palestinians live under. Of course people with different political
leanings would attribute different reasons for why this is so, and in no way should such despair justify terrorism, yet I also feel talking about their
hopelessness is not automatically anti-Semitism, and having a chorus of exiled
Palestinians right next to one of exiled Jews does not equate to moral
equivalence.
It was difficult
to avoid talking about the protest at Lincoln Center at the event. One of speakers against the opera was former
New York mayor Rudy Giuliani, who said as a lover of opera he liked the opera
as a music composition but denounced it for not being factually accurate and
damaging. A few hundred people gathered
in Dante Park across the street, many wearing signs condemning Peter Gelb, the general
manager. News reports say many people in
wheelchairs showed up to protest, although we didn’t get close enough to the
crowd to see too many of them. Security
managed to cordon off all entrances into Lincoln Center Plaza (both efficient, and disturbing, if you think about it), only people with tickets were allowed in. Of course one could tell the officer that it was a “will call” and get through. Some people
did get in wearing placards with various statements. There was no attempt to remove them; instead
they were followed by guards a couple of steps behind.
Perhaps it was
important to have some level of security in the off-chance that things got out
of hand. But I thought the police
handled it well. Be there, let them know
there are limits, and to the extent possible, let it be. They would even let people into the
auditorium with statements taped to their bodies. During the performance there was one episode
with someone shouting to the effect “The murder of Klinghoffer won’t be
forgotten,” and I read that one person was arrested. Otherwise the protests during the show were
limited to booing when others were applauding.
Frankly the booing could be attributed to displeasure at the music or
its performance.
I certainly
support one’s right to protest, even at some inconvenience to others – and the
inconvenience is minimal in this instance.
I do feel the animosity towards the opera is mis-directed. Unless they already harbor these thoughts, few
people would leave with thoughts of moral equivalence and justified terrorism
after seeing this opera. Indeed the
sympathy is with the Klinghoffers and other people on the hijacked ship. Left alone, the opera would just be a
docudrama of that horrible event. The
protests probably got more people to try to examine the different angles to the
story. In the Playbill there is an
article by the two daughters of the Klinghoffers that ends with the accusation
that the opera “sullies the memory of a fine, principled, sweet man …” I certainly can’t begin to appreciate the
pain of losing one’s father that way, but having his memory sullied by the
opera is the last thought that came to my mind when the opera concluded.
Also in the
Playbill is a listing of the performance history since its debut in Brussels in
March 1991. Indeed it was performed in
New York several times, by the Brooklyn Academy of Music, Brooklyn
Philharmonic, and Julliard. Evidently
there was no such brouhaha during those runs.
The story is
told with narration by the principals.
Juxtaposed throughout are “re-enactments” of various scenes, some quite
chaotic. Most of the action took place
on the ship deck, with various video projections depicting the ship’s wake, radar
screen, and passage of time (different positions of the sun.) There were also instances that the concrete
slabs were used to depict the wall at the West Bank. In addition to the two Exiled choruses that
started the show, there were three others: Ocean, Dessert, and Day. These choruses were highlights of the opera, complex
yet nice tunes that conveyed the sentiments well.
I don’t know
Adams’s music well enough to be able to characterize it. We had the (mis)fortune of sitting around
some sophisticated music connoisseurs.
The two on our right were talking about how some adaptations were made for
this Met run. More interestingly, the
two behind us compared John Adams to Philip Glass.
Perhaps it is indeed the case, perhaps it was the power of suggestion, I
did hear some Philip Glass, especially in Act 3, in that a relatively
simple theme repeated over and over while migrating forward. Adams’s construction sounded more complex
though. Oftentimes the melodies, such as
they were, were in the orchestra rather than in the vocals.
We were
practically in the same seats we had last Friday for Carmen. There I was amazed at how strong all the
singers sounded. Tonight the voices were
quite a bit weaker. The opera ended with
Marilyn’s solo after she learned of Klinghoffer’s death. It is supposed to be heart-wrenching, but
somehow the sentiments didn’t come through.
Given the chaos
that was happening on the stage, Robertson was impressive in delivering a crisp
performance. One got the strong
impression that the performance progressed in exactly the way he wanted it to.
It is difficult
to compare this opera with other (relatively) modern operas I have seen
(Shostakovich and Glass come to mind.) I
suspect without the politics, I would walk away equally puzzled.
The curtain call
was met with thunderous applause, much more than your usual modern opera where
many were probably busy scratching their heads instead. Even I did my share of heavy clapping to show
appreciation of the skills of the artists and support for the organization to
stage such a controversial event. Being
a Met premiere, Adams and the rest of the production crew all came on
stage. I caught a glimpse of Robertson,
he seemed to have aged considerably since the last time I saw him. (He was born in 1958, a relatively young
guy.)
The
New YorkTimes review is one of the longest I have seen.
It has a good description of the specifics of the opera. The reviewer calls the final monologue “overwhelming,”
quoting some of the poignant passages in the libretto. Did he read the libretto in advance, or does he have such keen appreciation of poetry? Also, one adaptation made for this production is the actual murder of Leon Klinghoffer on stage.
All was quiet by
the time we left.