It struck me for the first time at the latest revival of David McVicar’s production of Richard Strauss’s Salome that this opera, Strauss’s first to maintain a place in the repertory, and its successor Elektra are, for all their differences, companion pieces. Even before reading the late Patrick O’Connor’s excellent article ‘Happy Families’, the best and least pretentious in the programme book, I’d been reflecting on how the two operas deal with the classic issue of the powerful and disturbing relationship between father and daughter: in the case of Salome, it is a stepfather in love with his stepdaughter, but that hardly alters the point; while in Elektra it is a daughter obsessed with her father.
The two texts are of course very different in tone. Wilde’s translated into German is a mixture of wilful decadence, uncertain giggles and absurdly pretentious verbal gesturing (‘The mystery of Love is greater than the mystery of Death’ is an uncharacteristically abstract thought coming from Salome on the home stretch); while Hofmannsthal’s version of Sophocles’ play is fastidiously tragic, with suffocating undertones of Freud’s couch.
Comments
Join the debate for just $5 for 3 months
Be part of the conversation with other Spectator readers by getting your first three months for $5.
UNLOCK ACCESS Just $5 for 3 monthsAlready a subscriber? Log in