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As always with Strauss, much can be made of the historical and
political context of the time in which he wrote his operas. Daphne, after all,
dates from 1937 when Strauss' Germany was in the full throes of Nazism. (His original
librettist for Daphne, the Jewish writer Stefan Zweig, backed away from the
project prior to emigrating from Germany.)
But, drawn as it is from classical myth, Daphne can be fully
enjoyed aside from the superimposition of political interpretation, a work of dramatic
cogency and the blissfully shimmering vocal and orchestral music associated with the best
of Strauss' creativity.
Daphne, a young virgin, is the daughter of Gaea (here human, but named
for the goddess of the earth) and Peneios (a fisherman, named for a river god) so her
profound identification with nature is understandable. On the other hand, she resists the
wooing of her long time friend, the shepherd Leukippos and she refuses to dress for the
Dionysian festival. Subsequently, Leukippos puts on the dress intended for Daphne to
inveigle her into a dance. The sun god, Apollo, arrives disguised as a herdsman; he, too
woos Daphne, who is attracted to him but refuses to succumb. When Leukippos dances with
the deceived Daphne, jealous Apollo dispatches a destructive thunderclap and reveals
Leukippos' deception as well as his own identity. Apollo shoots Leukippos with an arrow,
killing him. Daphne's grief (a transcendently moving aria), elicits regret in Apollo who
has Zeus transform her into a laurel tree.
Thematically then, Daphne, all innocence and idealism, is brought under
pressure from two sides--the pleasure-loving, lusty expression of Dionysus, as represented
by the very human Leukippos, and the unrestrained power of the sun god who learns remorse
and compassion from his encounter with Daphne. In the end, her metamorphosis into a laurel
tree (source of wreaths for the honored) achieves, paradoxically, both her desired ideal
of oneness with nature and relief from the duplicitous demands of lovers, both worldly and
divine, while assuring her the eternal regeneration of nature. As with all myth, the
listener is free to plumb whatever overlay of political or psychological meanings that the
work evokes. One imagines Jungians in sheer ecstasy.
New York City Opera's production of Daphne, designed by Ashley
Martin-Davis, is dominated by a receding series of diaphanous scrims, vaguely butterfly
shaped, forming a heart at the center. Imaginative lighting by Pat Collins brings color
changes from pale oranges to greens and blues, effectively enhancing both the stage action
and the mood. Daphne's garden is front and center; birch trees grow to become targets for
Apollo's lightning. NYCO's use of its rain equipment and water pits (which designers seem
unable to resist) is fully appropriate here. The only glaring design error was the 1920's
striped bathing costume topped by a black overcoat worn by Peneios which seemed a forced
connection and was not at all flattering to baritone John Avey. The trident he carries is
sufficient to announce his fisherman's vocation.
One cannot imagine a finer embodiment of Daphne than that delivered by
American soprano Elizabeth Futral. Her beautifully modulated soprano instrument swells to
fill the house with rich, rapturous sound without ever displaying the harsh edge that
often accompanies such powerful projection. Poised and graceful, her stage presence and
movement is consistently unforced, natural and in character.
Canadian Roger Honeywell was an ardent Leukippos with the ringing tones
of a heldentenor. Swiss mezzo-soprano Ursula Ferri makes a dignified Gaea with an
astounding vocal range, dropping down to rarely heard deep chest tones (a low E-flat!)
while retaining a flowing, legato line. In an extension of the nature/tree metaphor,
she sings "Daughter you are a new branch borne of me; the blooming of the branch is
my concern." It's a lovely affirmation by an Earth Mother, but stage director Stephen
Lawless would do well to omit the literal watering of Daphne by Gaea that follows.
New York, September 21, 2004 - Arthur Lazere