I Capuleti e i Montecchi
Royal Opera
Education Double Bill
Glyndebourne
Of all the painfully premature deaths of composers, there can’t be any doubt that Schubert’s is the least endurable. Shatteringly great as his finest works are, one can envisage him striking out on new paths and taking his place beside his adored Beethoven. Mozart is the other most obvious candidate in this macabre competition, but he composed so many supreme masterworks, and there is even a sense of completeness about his oeuvre which there isn’t about Schubert’s. I imagine few music lovers, outside the highly specialised group of bel canto fans, would nominate Bellini even in the first ten, but it always strikes me, witnessing the giant strides he made in the course of a career that ended when he was 33, in 1835, that the impressiveness of his last work, I Puritani, is so much greater than that of any of his previous ones, including Norma, wonderful as that is, that if he had gone on for a few more years he might not only have been the greatest Italian operatic composer, but he might have realigned the position of Italian opera vis-à-vis the musical traditions and practices of other countries.
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