Anna Picard

Northern Ireland Opera’s Turandot will fill you with awe and revulsion

Plus: Janet Suzman’s Marriage of Figaro for Royal Academy Opera is full of divine and sexy detail

issue 07 November 2015

Chords as bright and sweet as pomegranate seeds burst and spill in Turandot, a splinter of bitterness at their centre. Left incomplete at Puccini’s death in 1924, the opera is his most radical and most cruel. You can taste something of Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring in the instrumentation, a musky roughness that rubs against the Italian composer’s customary silky precision. Woodwind and strings cling to the voices of the monstrous princess Turandot, her intoxicated suitor Calaf, and Liù, the slave who slavishly adores him because he once smiled at her. So closely scored is the writing that it is almost suffocating. This is love as an addiction: violent, sleepless, lethal.

The renaissance of opera in Northern Ireland has not been timid or gentle. Under Oliver Mears’s direction, NI Opera has staged Tosca in three historically charged locations in Derry-Londonderry, and brought nudity to the stage of Belfast’s Grand Opera House in Salome.

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