Word: cressida
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...Albanese and the Rochester (N.Y.) Philharmonic's Conductor Erich Leinsdorf in both. Standout: Leo Kerz's imaginative, fluid settings projected behind fixed arches onto a backdrop screen. Ahead for the enterprising San Francisco Opera this season: the U.S. premiere of Sir William Walton's Troilus and Cressida (TIME, Dec. 13), and a revival of Rimsky-Korsakov's Coq d'Or with first-rate Negro Coloratura Mattiwilda Dobbs...
...poem The Passionate Shepherd to His Love turn up again with hardly a word changed in Shakespeare's Merry Wives of Windsor, or that after Marlowe wrote of Helen of Troy, "Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships?" Shakespeare echoed him (in Troilus and Cressida) with "She is a pearl,/ Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships." But Hoffman also lays down scores of absurdities which parallel nothing but his own wishful thinking, e.g., "Here is my dagger" (Marlowe); "There is my dagger" (Shakespeare). Nor does it ever occur to him that...
...whole litter of lesser writers' tidy but empty triumphs. Austere and philosophical, it sometimes seems all head and no tale. Despite its dire point of view, the book jests and jostles with life, and really belongs with the sardonic comic charades of Swift, Shakespeare's Troilus and Cressida, and Ben Jonson's Volpone. Like them, it is a kind of cosmic hangover suffered by a man who-having drunk overfull of the human race-swears off mankind. Melville's nausea ran so deep that he did not write another novel for 32 years...
...read . . . Flinging oneself blindly at each and every new author simply does not work. We get too many hard knocks . . . A failure to get through The Monastery robbed me of Scott for half a lifetime. Imagine the fate of the man first introduced to Shakespeare through Troilus and Cressida, to Trollope through He Knew He Was Right, to Hardy through Jude the Obscure or to Flaubert through Bouvard et Pecuchet . . . Tolstoy is the only author I know whose novels and major stories can be read in any order without deterrence...
After five years' toil, Britain's famed Sir William Walton, 52, last week unveiled his first opera, Troihis and Cressida, at London's Covent Garden. The melodramatic plot (of amorous scheming and betrayal in ancient Troy) was lusty, but the heavily sweet music resembled Walton's lyrical Viola Concerto more than his uproarious Belshazzar's Feast. The London Times called it "a great tragic opera," and the Daily Express hailed "the proudest hour for British music since the premiere of Benjamin Britten's Peter Grimes." Sir William made his own evaluation...