Our New York operavores, Elizabeth Frayer and Shawn E Milnes, sort-of loved Mark-Antony Turnage’s boob-job of an opera.
That is to say, they loved it enough to dream about it, which is always the mark of a good opera. Or a very bad one.
Read for yourselves here.
Reading it for myself, I was reminded of my own discomfort and ambivalence at the Covent Garden world premiere, 30 months ago. It’s neither that good, nor that bad. I never thought it would make New York. So now it has, so what?
UPDATE: read Martin Bernheimer, always on the money, in the FT.