The three most moving, transporting death scenes in 19th-century opera all involve the respective heroines mounting a funeral pyre — partly, no doubt, a matter of operatic convention and fashion, but also recalling opera to its duty as a rite of purification. Berlioz’s Didon in Les Troyens, like her creator, is so relentless in her grasp of the truth that she fails to achieve anything but a vision of Carthage overcome by Rome, and ends in despair and execration. Brünnhilde in Götterdämmerung rides into Siegfried’s pyre in a state of ecstasy, imparted to the audience with all Wagner’s unlimited capacity for exaltation. In Bellini’s Norma things are more complicated: Norma’s faithless lover Pollione joins her on the pyre in a shared purgation while the Druids regard them both with horror. It would be absurd to say which of these is the most profound as well as thrilling; they offer starkly differing views on the dramatic possibilities of willing death.
Michael Tanner
…Long live ENO!
The opera company’s staggering Norma is a vindication of this questionable art form
issue 27 February 2016
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