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There is another side to Rossini, one that his contemporaries knew well but that is now being rediscovered. This is the serious Rossini, the composer of such dramas as Semiramide, Otello, Tancredi, Mosè, La Donna del Lago and Guillaume Tell. Several of these works have returned to the repertory in recent years; in the U.S., two of them were given new productions last week. Mosè and La Donna del Lago-produced, respectively, in Philadelphia and Houston-have not been seen in this country for more than a century...
Whereas Mosè is a nearly static drama-Rossini at times referred to it as an oratorio-La Donna del Lago (The Lady of the Lake) is an atmospheric treatment of Sir Walter Scott's poem. It is a bucolic score, with harps and hunting horns highlighting the composer's landscape painting. Donna, full of infectious melodies, is closer in spirit to the great comedies...
...Donna del Lago is Home's seventh Rossini opera. Although she has sung such disparate roles as Carmen and Marie in Berg's Wozzeck, it is with Rossini that she has had her greatest triumphs. In 1964, she first came to attention in the "pants" role of Arsace in Semiramide. Home has stayed at the top of her profession for 20 years by taking care of her voice. Says...
...with the farm in Vermont and the chalet in Gstaad. So Galbraith must see, and perhaps even relish, the irony of a sentence like the following from his memoirs: "In the next summer months in Switzerland--on the Lake of Lucerte at Sils-Maria, down at Brissago on Lago Maggiore (where Hemingway's lovers came ashore afte rowing up the lake) and at Saas Fee--I read and struggled to write on the causes of poverty...
...feisty and engaging in his monologues, seems too resentful and angry in his battle of wits with the Count--his "high spirits" reach only middling altitudes. As he counters the Count's designs on his bride-to-be Suzanne with plots of his own, he acts more like an lago than a Prospero. Karen Macdonald's Suzanne follows his lead--spleen overbalances sweetness. Harry Murphy's smug Count and Cheryl Ginannini's hoarse, pouting Countess are closer to the mark--he displays all the insight of a brontosaurs, she the passivity of a wildcat. These are Beaumarchais' hollow hulks...