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REVIEWS, Page 80MUSICPerilous Journey
By MICHAEL WALSH
TITLE: THE VOYAGE
COMPOSER: Philip Glass
LIBRETTIST: David Henry Hwang
WHERE: The Metropolitan Opera
THE BOTTOM LINE: Glass and crew set sail through uncharted
waters but never quite reach the promised land.
Much of the Western hemisphere may be skeptical about the
benefits of the European discovery of America, but the
Metropolitan Opera commemorated the 500th anniversary of that
event last week anyway -- with the world premiere of The Voyage
by Philip Glass. The opera takes no stand on whether the dead
white male Columbus was a genocidal maniac or the civilizing
harbinger of Christianity; instead it strikes out for the noble
horizon of all human striving, daring and accomplishment.
Despite the technological resources at its disposal, it never
quite gets there.
By now the story of Glass's 1976 debut at the Met with
Einstein on the Beach has become the stuff of legend: how he
sold out the rented house on two successive Sundays,
crystallized New York's nascent minimalist movement and then
went back to driving a taxi until the zeitgeist caught up with
him and collaborator Robert Wilson a few years later. Since
then, Glass has scored with such operas as Satyagraha (his
masterpiece) and Akhnaten. But with the Met's imprimatur on The
Voyage, Glass's long journey from obscure avant-gardist to
mainstream cultural icon has been culminated.
His new operatic dreadnought -- playwright David Henry
Hwang, choreographer Quinny Sacks, set designer Robert Israel
and director David Pountney are also aboard -- manages to
embrace not only the explorer's first trip to the New World but
also the electric dreams of Stephen Hawking, the arrival of
aliens on Earth during the Ice Age, and humanity's conquest of
space. Characters sing suspended in outer space, sets soar
through the air like rocket ships, and the hydraulic stage
heaves like waves in a storm, propelling the extraterrestrials
and Columbus' crew alike toward their unknown destinations. With
a commissioning fee to Glass of $325,000 (about half of which
went for expenses), The Voyage already ranks as one of the Met's
most extravagant epics.
The sheer size of the production, however, often
overwhelms Hwang's elliptical text ("Goodbye to prizes and
politics/ Goodbye to the warm part of my heart"), and the vast
inner space of the Met renders the words nearly unintelligible
(surtitles, anyone?). Although some of the coups de theatre are
striking -- the wheelchair-bound Scientist intones the prologue
while floating beyond the rings of Saturn -- too many of
Pountney's and Israel's images seem to have washed ashore from
Wilson's incomplete magnum opus, the CIVIL WARS.
The ultimate success of any new opera, though, depends on
the composer. Glass's stubborn refusal to "develop" his
uncompromising idiom has exasperated some, who point to the more
flexible, eclectic style of John Adams (Nixon in China) as a way
out of the minimalist box. Glass's chug-chug style remains
instantly recognizable, but his music has colored and deepened
over the years. The Voyage lowers, thunders and rages -- it
begins with the same six-note figure that opens Wagner's Die
Walkure -- vividly reflecting Hawking's visions of terror and
wonder and Columbus' dark and stormy night of the soul.
A strong cast, headed by bass-baritone Timothy Noble as
Columbus and soprano Patricia Schuman as the Commander, handles
Glass's ostinatos and melismata with aplomb, and the Met
orchestra gets its fingers around the cross-rhythms under the
expert guidance of Bruce Ferden. If in the end the opera, like
its hero, doesn't land where it was headed, sometimes it is
indeed better to travel than to arrive.