SubmittedFriday, 03 May 2019
Rameau’s operas
I have quoted this rather long passage to show how the impression made by one of Rameau’s operas on his contemporaries resembled that made by Wagner on his enemies. It was not without reason that Rameau was said to be Wagner’s forerunner, as Rousseau was Tolstoy’s forerunner.
In reality, it was not against Siegfried itself that Tolstoy’s criticism was directed; and Tolstoy was closer than he thought to the spirit of this drama. Is not Siegfried the heroic incarnation of a free and healthy man, sprung directly from Nature? In a sketch of Siegfried, written in 1848, Wagner says:
«To follow the impulses of my heart is my supreme law; what I can accomplish by obeying my instincts is what I ought to do. Is that voice of instinct cursed or blessed? I do not know; but I yield to it, and never force myself to run counter to my inclination.»
Wagner fought against civilisation by quite other methods than those employed by Tolstoy; and if the efforts of the two were equally great, the practical result is–one must really say it–as poor on one side as on the other.
What Tolstoy’s raillery is really aimed at is not Wagner’s work, but the way in which his work was represented. The splendours of the setting do not hide the childishness of the ideas behind them: the dragon Fafna, Fricka’s rams, the bear, the serpent, and all the Valhalla menagerie have always been ridiculous. I will only add that the dragon’s failure to be terrifying was not Wagner’s fault, for he never attempted to depict a terrifying dragon. He gave it quite clearly, and of his own choice, a comic character. Both the text and the music make Fafner a sort of ogre, a simple creature, but, above all, a grotesque one.
Besides, I cannot help feeling that scenic reality takes away rather than adds to the effect of these great philosophical fairylands. Malwida von Meysenbug told me that at the Bayreuth festival of 1876, while she was following one of the Ring scenes very attentively with her opera-glasses, two hands were laid over her eyes, and she heard Wagner’s voice say impatiently: «Don’t look so much at what is going on. Listen!» It was good counsel. There are dilettanti who pretend that at a concert the best way to enjoy Beethoven’s last works–where the sonority is defective–is to stop the ears and read the score. One might say with less of a paradox that the best way to follow a performance of Wagner’s operas is to listen with the eyes shut. So perfect is the music, so powerful its hold on the imagination, that it leaves nothing to be desired; what it suggests to the mind is infinitely finer than what the eyes may see. I have never shared the opinion that Wagner’s works may be best appreciated in the theatre. His works are epic symphonies. As a frame for them I should like temples; as scenery, the illimitable land of thought; as actors, our dreams.
this was: Rameau’s Operas
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