Berlioz: Symphonie fantastique; Lélio, ou le Retour à la Vie. Cyrille Dubois, tenor;
Florian Sempey, baritone; Ingrid Marsoner, piano; Jean-Philippe Lafont,
narrator; Wiener Singverein and Wiener Symphoniker conducted by Philippe
Jordan. Wiener Symphoniker. $29.99 (2 CDs).
Berlioz: Symphonie fantastique; from Lélio—Fantaisie
sur la Tempête de Shakespeare. Toronto Mendelssohn Choir and Toronto Symphony
Orchestra conducted by Sir Andrew Davis. Chandos. $19.99 (SACD).
The first capital-R Romantic symphony and
arguably the most capital-R Romantic of them all, Berlioz’ Symphonie fantastique has exercised an enduring fascination on listeners
– even ones who do not listen to a great deal of classical music – for nearly
200 years. It is a symphony that tells a story, one that is well-known to
classical-music lovers and not difficult to explain to those less familiar with
the field: despondent over a desperately desired woman who is unresponsive to
his feelings, a man takes opium for solace and has a series of increasingly
bizarre hallucinations that lead to one of him killing his “immortal beloved,”
then being executed for the crime, and at the end seeing her spirit after death
in a wild Witches’ Sabbath. That is a one-sentence summation of a
nearly-hour-long work of extraordinary brilliance of conception and orchestration,
a piece that encapsulates Berlioz’ amazing way with instrumentation as well as
what appears to have been his lifelong extremely overdone emotional state. The
best performances of Symphonie
fantastique move this five-movement tour
de force steadily from dream to nightmare, using the musical structure, as
well as the celebrated idée fixe
representing the artist’s beloved, to hold together a work that constantly
threatens to burst the bounds of symphonic form (and, it could be argued, did
in fact burst them). Philippe Jordan gets the approach to Symphonie fantastique just right in a live recording with the
Wiener Symphoniker on the orchestra’s own label. The five-minute start of the
symphony, before the appearance of the idée
fixe, often seems a throwaway that does not quite fit the rest of the
symphony, but Jordan accurately handles it as a setup for all that comes later,
showing the meandering life and thoughts of the protagonist and the way they
eventually settle on his beloved and then become obsessed with her. Berlioz
subtitled the symphony Épisode de la vie
d’un artiste, “Episode in the life of an artist,” and that is how Jordan
treats it, pacing each early movement appropriately – the second, Un bal, waltzes along particularly well
in a dreamlike way – and then building the Marche
au supplice effectively to the climactic descent of the guillotine. The
final Songe d’une nuit du Sabbat here
sounds as if it is barely kept under control, and that is exactly right: this
is music on the edge of madness and ought to come across that way.
But this Épisode, which is Berlioz’ Op. 14, does not end with the drama that
concludes Symphonie fantastique.
Berlioz conceived the symphony as part of an entire evening’s theatrical
presentation, to be succeeded by his Op. 14b, Lélio, ou Le retour à la vie. This is a much harder work to put
across for modern audiences, because its form is a now-archaic blend of stage
presentation and music – Berlioz labeled it Monodrame
lyrique – and it is, by design, completely episodic, using mostly music
that Berlioz wrote before Symphonie
fantastique to provide further illumination of the troubled artist’s life. Lélio opens right after the opium dreams
of Songe d’une nuit du Sabbat, with the artist exclaiming with some surprise that he
is still alive. And then the work – as long as the symphony but with much less
music in it – proceeds to reflect the central character’s disordered mind and
his hyper-Romantic attempts to bring his thoughts and feelings far enough under
control so he can continue to live, since it seems that Death is not yet ready
to claim him. The sections of Lélio show,
again and again, just how innovative Berlioz was both musically and
theatrically, including everything from a piano integrated into the orchestra
(an entirely new concept) to musicians playing offstage to a conclusion in
which Lélio, the
narrator, comments on musical performance and then compliments the singers and
players on how well they have done – a fascinating instance of “metamusic” and
“metatheater.” The thread that runs through Lélio is
Shakespeare, with the narrator musing again and again on Shakespeare’s genius
and eventually, climactically, having his “students” present a Fantaisie sur la Tempête de Shakespeare that is “by” Lélio but of
course actually by Berlioz, bringing “meta” matters to a head. The Shakespeare
connection ties directly, biographically, to the impetus for composition of
both Lélio and Symphonie fantastique, since they were written after Berlioz became
entranced (that is not too strong a word) by Shakespearean actress Harriet
Smithson. But even without knowing that element of Berlioz’ life, it is
possible to see the unifying effect that the Shakespeare references have on Lélio and the dramatic appropriateness
of its final fantasy, which is the work’s longest section by far. A first-class
narrator is an absolute necessity to hold Lélio
together, and Jean-Philippe Lafont does a fine job for Jordan and the Wiener
Symphoniker, while the solo singers and excellent Wiener Singverein make this
performance a thoroughly satisfying one. Lélio
is an oddity and a difficult work to make convincing without a thorough
understanding of and immersion in its autobiographical intensity, but Jordan
handles it with aplomb and, by skillfully bringing forth its mingling of bits
of Symphonie fantastique (including
the idée fixe) with material created
specifically for the Monodrame lyrique,
offers listeners a genuinely involving theatrical experience in addition to a
very satisfying musical one.
Matters are not quite as satisfactory on a
new Chandos release featuring Symphonie
fantastique as interpreted by Sir Andrew Davis and the Toronto Symphony
Orchestra. The sheer sound quality of this SACD is superb, but the disc as a
whole shows the difficulty of treating Symphonie
fantastique as “just” a symphony: Davis is simply too well-mannered, too
unwilling to cut loose as the bizarrerie increases, for this to be a wholly
satisfying performance. All the elements are certainly there, including some
fine sectional playing from the Toronto ensemble (which, however, is not at the
level of the Wiener Symphoniker, which is one of the world’s best-sounding
orchestras). Davis shapes everything in Symphonie
fantastique with care, so much care that his attentiveness to detail tends
to get in the way of the overall sweep and deliberate excess of the work as a
whole. There is less of horror in Marche
au supplice than there can be, and the concluding Witches’ Sabbath, although
it is scarcely well-mannered, comes across as being considerably more orderly
for Davis than it is for Jordan. The precision of the bells, for instance, is
admirable in terms of how they sound but somewhat lacking in the chills that
the repeated tolling is intended to elicit. And Davis’ pairing of the symphony
with the Fantaisie sur la Tempête de
Shakespeare from Lélio shows the
hazards of presenting an excerpt of the paired work rather than the whole
thing. Yes, the fantasy is worth hearing anytime, and yes, it is the piece
toward which all of Lélio builds, and
yes, this performance is well-shaped and well-sung, if its pacing is perhaps a
trifle on the slow side. But what is missing is context: Lélio, for all its oddities and presentation difficulties, has, as
the reason for its existence, the Symphonie
fantastique that it follows, and the absence of the fantasy’s framework
(abetted by its placement before the symphony on this recording) prevents it
from adding anything substantive to the experience of Symphonie fantastique. Nevertheless, this is a very fine recording,
one whose sound quality and first-rate playing will make it attractive to
listeners who are uninterested in trying to absorb all the ins and outs of Lélio and prefer to see the Shakespeare
fantasy as a bonus rather than as integral to Berlioz’ portrayal of a troubled
artist’s deeply felt but often disorganized thoughts and feelings.
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