Here comes the groom! Although there’s hardly room!
Lohengrin (Hitler’s favourite opera!) last Thursday at the Royal Opera House: my first ever Wagner opera. Actually, it’s weirdly obvious why this was Hitler’s favourite opera: the story of the mysterious, noble hero come to defend Germany against the enemy in the east, and a lot of stuff about nobility and purity. And ‘For German land the German sword! So is our kingdom’s strength restored!’ It’s all so fearfully dodgy.
But the music is beautiful, right from the gorgeous ouverture. I particularly like the way Wagner uses the chorus: I’m not quite sure why, but there was something really mysterious and atmospheric about a lot of the chorus singing.
Mum (my regular opera companion) said that she had been quite enthralled by the story, but I didn’t feel that at all. The story is just so bizarre that I didn’t get wrapped up in it the way I do with Verdi and Puccini’s tragic romances. This is, I think, because I am a big old sop with slushy mid-Victorian sensibilities.