The prospect was so inherently unlikely — Nikolaus Harnoncourt fulfilling in the latter days of his career the dream of a lifetime conducting Gershwin’s Porgy and Bess — that I tuned in to Radio Three with low expectations, though with curiosity on high alert.
The prospect was so inherently unlikely — Nikolaus Harnoncourt fulfilling in the latter days of his career the dream of a lifetime conducting Gershwin’s Porgy and Bess — that I tuned in to Radio Three with low expectations, though with curiosity on high alert. Coming to it as a doubter, potentially to mock, I was riveted at once, stayed the course and ended an enthusiast.
The opera itself needed no such gyrations. Ever since Simon Rattle’s pioneering concert performance in the old Camden Festival, then the glorious Glyndebourne production under the same charismatic baton, the stature of this masterpiece, after its long journey to overcome prejudice racial and artistic (often in its own culture envious, even snobbish), has been undoubted in the world at large and in England, too.
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