{"id":2146,"date":"2021-11-05T22:03:01","date_gmt":"2021-11-06T02:03:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/?p=2146"},"modified":"2021-11-05T22:03:04","modified_gmt":"2021-11-06T02:03:04","slug":"die-meistersinger-in-covid-times","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/2021\/11\/die-meistersinger-in-covid-times.html","title":{"rendered":"“Die Meistersinger” in Covid Times"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Lise Davidsen, Michael Volle, and Klaus Florian Vogt in the Met Meistersinger<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Like every lifelong Wagnerite, I regard any opportunity to experience\u00a0Die Meistersinger<\/em>\u00a0as\u00a0\u00a0special. It was my first opera at the Met, in 1962 \u2013 and also my most recent, last night. There have been half a dozen other Met\u00a0Meistersinger<\/em>s in between. I\u2019ve also encountered\u00a0Die<\/em>\u00a0Meistersinger<\/em>\u00a0in San Francisco, Bayreuth, and Munich, and at the City Opera (in English).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

These performances have varied greatly in certain details, but the sensation of\u00a0Meistersinger<\/em>\u00a0uplift has been a constant. This time felt different: the opera\u2019s central theme \u2013 the centrality of the arts in society, in a community of feeling, in a nation\u2019s identity \u2013 today seems under siege. And of course there is the pandemic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Die Meistersinger<\/em> is an opera that must actually feel communal to register fully. On this occasion, there were swaths of empty seats downstairs, especially for acts one (because many arrived late) and three (or left early). I felt no tingling of expectancy from this scattered crowd. The fellow next to me occasionally examined his watch. The applause was tepid.  Symptoms of indifference? Of unfamiliarity? Post-Covid disorientation?  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The performance started slowly. The orchestra sounded soggy. Walther lacked the vocal heft to drive the act one climax. I felt I was witnessing an artifact from another epoch, dutifully mounted for posthumous inspection. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But act three told. It almost always does. Eva commences an erotic game: claiming that her shoes pinch (they do not), she makes Sachs fondle her foot. When Walther appears, resplendent, the real reason for her visit is disclosed: she stands transfixed. Sachs takes out his jealousy on his hammer and leather: \u201cAlways cobbling, that is my lot!\u201d Wagner\u2019s instructions here read: \u201cEva bursts into a sudden fit of weeping and sinks on Sach\u2019s breast, sobbing and clinging to him. Walther advances and wrings Sachs\u2019s hand. Sachs at last composes himself and tears himself away as if in vexation, so that Eva now rests on Walther\u2019s shoulder.\u201d Sachs is unmollified: he rails against clients who cannot be satisfied, against widowed cobblers being made a sport, against women generally. So Eva takes charge. It was you who awakened me to womanhood, she sings. And if it weren\u2019t for Walther, I\u2019d marry you instead. This strategic lie prods Sachs to a pivotal act of resigned self-understanding: he will never remarry. Seizing the moment, he announces a christening of Walther\u2019s song. The godparents will be himself and Eva, the witnesses David and Magdalena. For good measure, he promotes David from apprentice to journeyman. And he appoints Eva to lead the ceremony. This takes the form of a quintet; the opera\u2019s musical and dramatic apogee, it seals the personal transformation of all five participants. Eva has acquired the mettle of an adult. Walther has honed his unruly genius. David, with whose callowness we are acquainted, will now wed the older, more experienced Lena. And Sachs will remain a widower and an artisan, reconciled to the wisdom of age and the boldness of youth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wept. And again at the beginning of the second scene \u2013 where there is no cause for weeping. It\u2019s all Nuremberg, celebrating a singing contest: Wagner\u2019s tableau of a wholesome and united civic culture, fortified by music, poetry, and dance. Today: a seeming chimera.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Further impressions? Hans Sachs, Wagner\u2019s shoemaker\/philosopher\/poet, is both serene and disconsolate, elevated and eruptive. Donald McIntyre, who sang Sachs at the Met in the 1990s, reportedly called him \u201cbi-polar\u201d; and McIntyre memorably clinched this character\u2019s propensity to anger and dark introspection. In the current Met run, Michael Volle \u2013 like most Sachses — projects a more uniform benignity. But his range of mood and address remains varied and knit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sachs\u2019s two scenes with Eva illustrate in microcosm the human dimension of this miraculous opera. She herself is a miracle: could Mathilde Wesendonck \u2013 here in part Wagner\u2019s muse — have possibly married as much sweetness and innocence with so charming a propensity for guile? In Evchen, every morsel of shyness or deference is suspect. In act one, she\u2019s instantly and recklessly in love with Walther. Harboring no illusions about Beckmesser, who will sing for her hand, she proceeds to enlist Sachs\u2019s help with a cunning as natural as it is desperate. Playing on his impractical affection (he is her father\u2019s age), she teases him with the possibility of herself becoming his wife \u2013 an exchange in which both know more than they dare acknowledge. The tables turn once Sachs, through feigned innocence, forces Eva to anxiously declare her actual mission: she needs to know how Walther fared earlier in the day. Will he become a mastersinger and hence eligible to wed her? Can Sachs assist?  \u201cFor him all is lost,\u201d Sachs replies in provocation. \u201cMister high and mighty \u2013 let him go!\u201d Sachs having thus regained his composure, Eva loses hers. \u201cIt stinks of pitch here!\u201d she exclaims and turns on her heel. \u201cI thought so,\u201d Sachs reflects. \u201cNow we must find a way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eva\u2019s act two declaration that \u201can obedient child speaks only when asked,\u201d and her father\u2019s dim response (\u201cHow wise! How good!\u201d), comprise a hilarious cameo of a relationship she surely rules. At the Met, Lise Davidsen\u2019s straightforward delivery of this line summarizes the kind of detail her ingratiating Eva glides past. But her soprano commands a memorably radiant top (she over-balances the quintet) — and she seems a natural actress awaiting further instruction. Georg Zeppenfeld, as Pogner, is an artist of consequence with a voice just large enough for the Met\u2019s over-sized auditorium. Johannes Martin Kranzle, the Beckmesser, fails to elicit sympathy (as the late Hermann Prey did opposite McIntyre\u2019s Sachs); but his, too, is a portrait that tells. As for Klaus Florian Vogt\u2019s underpowered Walther, I was at least grateful for his stamina and diction. Antonio Pappano, who conducts, savors the breadth of Wagner’s score. I appreciated the patience with which he weighted the pauses often prefacing its\u00a0sublime moments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you are searching for a wholly satisfying\u00a0Meistersinger<\/em>\u00a0experience on CD, good luck. The best I know is the\u00a01936 <\/strong>Met broadcast<\/strong>\u00a0<\/a>conducted by Artur Bodanzky. Friedrich Schorr is Sachs \u2013 his signature part. Elisabeth Rethberg is Eva. The tenor is Rene Maison \u2013 an unremembered Belgian who if he materialized today would eclipse all competition in such parts as Walther, Florestan, Lohengrin, and Erik. I also recently sampled, on\u00a0youtube<\/strong>, <\/a>a 1949 Munich\u00a0Meistersinger<\/em>\u00a0with the young Hans Hotter as Sachs, Eugen Jochum conducting. The act two Fliedermonolog is something to hear.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Re-experiencing Die Meistersinger<\/em> at the Met in challenged times made everything else seem small. It was a good feeling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Like every lifelong Wagnerite, I regard any opportunity to experience\u00a0Die Meistersinger\u00a0as\u00a0\u00a0special. It was my first opera at the Met, in 1962 \u2013 and also my most recent, last night. There have been half a dozen other Met\u00a0Meistersingers in between. I\u2019ve also encountered\u00a0Die\u00a0Meistersinger\u00a0in San Francisco, Bayreuth, and Munich, and at the City Opera (in English). These […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-2146","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-uncategorized","7":"entry"},"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2QLHN-yC","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2146","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2146"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2146\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2151,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2146\/revisions\/2151"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/uq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}