The following was first published in Wales Arts Review, Summer Fiction Issue, Volume 3, Number 13, June 2014.
Usher House
Music and text by Gordon Getty
Cast: Jason Bridges / Benjamin Bevan / Kevin Short / Anna Gorbachyova / Joanna Jeffries
La chute de la maison Usher
Music by Claude Debussy
Text by Claude Debussy after Edgar Allan Poe
Reconstruction and orchestration by Robert Orledge
Cast: Anna Gorbachyova / Mark Le Brocq / William Dazeley / Robert Hayward
Director: David Pountney
Video Projection Designer: David Haneke
Conductor: Lawrence Foster
Edgar Allan Poe’s short story ‘The Fall of the House of Usher’ was
published in 1839. Poe was just twenty years old and yet, a mere decade
later, his short life wrung by tragedy and strife, he would die in
circumstances arguably as mysterious as any to be found within the
gothic horror or detective thriller genres he did so much to create. In
his native United States, lurid tales of depravity and alcoholism,
madness and suicide coloured his posthumous reputation, propelled by a
campaign of spite by Rufus Wilmot Griswold; a literary rival who claimed
to be Poe’s executor but who spent many years attempting to destroy his
hard-won name.
Even today, it is Poe himself who remains as much associated with all
things macabre and darkly twisted as are his brilliant short fiction
and poetry. Poe’s vivid, febrile stories have, of course, not only
inspired generations of writers and artists, but spawned a vast
catalogue of homages and adaptations on paper, stage and, latterly, on
screen; in 1998, Don G. Smith counted eighty-eight feature films alone
based on Poe’s work across thirteen countries, spanning early
expressionist cinema to Hammer horror and beyond. (1) That number has
surely increased in the new millennium, with a fresh and apparently
insatiable public desire for vampires, ghouls and zombies.
Pop culture aside, it is in France that Poe’s undoubted literary
stature has been most appreciated historically. Baudelaire takes much of
the credit for this, as his translations of Poe seized the Symbolist
imagination of authors from the Belgian writer Maeterlinck to the French
poets Verlaine and Mellarmé. So it is hardly surprising that Debussy –
whose first opera Pelléas et Mélisande (1898) adapted the
highly suggestive Maeterlinck play of the same name – should have looked
to Poe in his search for further libretti. As early as 1903, Debussy
started composing an opera on another Poe story, the blackly comic ‘The
Devil in the Belfry’. For a while, he considered teaming ‘The Devil’
with ‘The Fall of the House of Usher’ in a double-bill of one-act
operas, before abandoning the comedy in 1912. Debussy was becoming
increasingly obsessed with ‘Usher’s’ tale of monstrous familial doom.
However, despite working on La chute de la maison Usher from
around 1908, that opera too lay incomplete upon his premature death in
1918, as a man drained, ill and weighed down by history. In Robert
Orledge’s words, Debussy had grown too close to the main character
Roderick Usher, ‘whose mental breakdown Poe had identified with the
crumbling House itself.’
In Poe’s story, and in both operas which formed Welsh National
Opera’s own one-act double-bill this season, the House of Usher is at
once a malevolent physical entity and a cursed ancestral lineage. How
far Gordon Getty might relate to either phenomenon can only be guessed,
but WNO have the House of Getty, as it were, to thank for the funding
which made this production possible – and indeed, their entire five-year
project of British Firsts, of which it was a part. Offering the world
stage premiére of Getty’s Usher House in return (it is surely
disingenuous to suggest the reasons were entirely artistic) seems to me a
small price to pay, however thin the composer-philanthropist’s own
material.
As it was, director David Pountney did a frankly extraordinary job of
presenting the operas back to back without the Getty coming off too
much the worse by comparison to the Debussy – that is, theatrically
speaking at least. Indeed, Pountney, together with an excellent
production team, strong casts and Lawrence Foster’s committed WNO
Orchestra, created an evening of chilling and compelling drama.
Utilising twin, related stagings, Poe’s tale was told from two different
angles, bringing Robert Orledge’s entirely creditable completion of the
Debussy to Britain for the first time since its premiére at Bregenz in
2006.
In keeping with the traditions of Poe on film, the basis for
Pountney’s success was his cinematic vision, ironically making the most
of the very thing for which Debussy and now Getty have stood accused
with their respective Usher scores; namely, producing music
more suited to film than to opera. According to Carolyn Abbate (who has
herself produced a working completion of the Frenchman’s score), ‘what
Debussy managed to write is exhausted and silly, for while what he
provides is not directly onomatopoeic, the music has the gestural
redundancy reminiscent of bad film music.’ (2)
To my mind, the notion that music for film should by definition be of
less intrinsic value than that for opera is spurious. (3) But in any
case, Pountney managed to transcend any such issues in either score by
choosing to create atmosphere rather than action; moving away from
conventional narrative opera to re-frame both Getty’s and Debussy’s
musical gestures to mesmerising effect. Thus the House itself was
restored to its function as the central ‘character’ in Poe’s story, with
wonderful gliding sets comprising large-scale images of Penrhyn Castle
by video projection designer David Haneke (designer Niki Turner). In the
Getty, the references included Hammer Technicolor and Harry Potter, but
invested with real emotional power. Here we were sucked into baleful
ancestral halls to be leered at by living portraits en route to utter
destruction, only to be crushed anew in the Debussy by stark black and
white stone and shadow, as the very walls grew ever larger and more
coldly threatening before ultimate collapse. The literal, sheeting rain
at the end of each opera spoke eloquently of sorrow and loss.
Since Debussy failed to complete his opera, some have questioned
whether Poe’s ‘Usher’ is actually suitable as a basis for a libretto;
after all, the final implosion of the house and the swallowing of its
unfortunate inhabitants might be startlingly dramatic but, otherwise,
there is little actual plot. However, as Pountney amply demonstrated on a
direct, visual level, there is much to ‘see’ in the heightened
supernatural tension and psycho-emotional nuance with which Poe’s
writing is loaded. It is the inner drama and structural symbolism which
matter. And this is where Debussy’s / Orledge’s setting of the text wins
clearly over Getty’s adaptation, which latter opts for a pedestrian and
unvaried 19th century narrative treatment with, it must be said, scant
literary or musical imagination. For not only does Debussy heighten
Poe’s already claustrophobic and menacing atmosphere with sparse but
tautly impressionist music, but his characters and their relationships
are similarly fraught with erotic and other anxieties.
In the Debussy, many of Poe’s mysteries are left tantalisingly
hanging: What exactly is Roderick Usher suffering from? Are he and his
co-afflicted twin sister Madeline lovers? What is the significance of
Roderick’s burying her alive – so familiar a trope in Poe’s oeuvre,
together with that of twins. And why does Debussy alter this in his
piece to have the sinister figure of Le Médecin commit the evil deed
instead? What is the role of fate in the piece, and of the narrator who
arrives from outside to witness the destruction of a family amid the
‘weeping stones’ of their House, isolated within a blasted landscape? By
comparison, Getty’s wordy adaptation, lifted immeasurably by this
production and the sheer musicianship of the singers and orchestra,
seems not just mundane but wilfully naive in its refusal to plumb any
kind of psychological depth.
Further points are raised when one considers Poe’s ‘total’ theory of
the short story, of which ‘The Fall of the House of Usher’ is an
outstanding example. In Poe’s view, the brevity of the form allows the
writer to unify all elements of the work, including close details of
technique and style, towards a single effect; the aim being to transform
mere narrative into a perfectly integrated work of art. This idea has
more than a hint of – dare I suggest – Gesamtkunstwerk. In any
case, viewed through this lens, Getty’s score falls painfully short of
the writer’s innovative vision, with hammy pastiche (complete with Addams Family
harpsichord at one point) and cardboard characterisation. Having Poe
himself appear as narrator hardly adds to the subtlety. But Debussy’s
score (and Orledge does an excellent job of realising this) at least
attempts, for example, to rise to Poe’s challenge of the senses, as the
composer utilises his trademark lush and colouristic harmonic palette to
suggest the neurasthenia which torments Roderick Usher – and which
Debussy himself spoke of suffering as, unbeknownst to him at first, his
rectal cancer gradually took hold.
Unsurprisingly, Debussy’s vocal style is more nuanced than Getty’s
unrelenting declamation. The Frenchman too is wordy in his way,
utilising the kind of constant parlando reliant upon the rhythms of
French speech rather than outright ‘song’ which some have criticised in Pelleas
– but which, again, lends itself beautifully to the building of
atmosphere and tension within Debussy’s overtly sensuous sound world.
Casting the three male roles as baritones brings further intrigue to his
Usher score, with the suggestion that all three characters could be aspects of the same person.
In both operas, the casts were immensely capable and well-matched.
Kevin Short and Mark Le Brocq made twisted medics in the Getty and
Debussy respectively, whilst Jason Bridges (Poe) and Benjamin Bevan
(Usher) grappled heroically with sheer wordage in the former. William
Dazeley was – forgive me – appropriately dazed as Usher’s L’ami in the
Debussy, whilst the vocal highlight came in that opera courtesy of
Robert Hayward, who made a superbly moving Usher; the only character to
express substantive vocal and emotional release. If only either composer
had allowed us to hear more of Anna Gorbachyova’s twice-enticing
Madeline – but at least Pountney gave her character a more extended
stage presence by means of dance (the alternately cataleptic and
frenzied Joanna Jeffries).
Despite the shortcomings of the Getty and the challenges of the
Debussy, this twin production was a great success overall. Indeed,
Pountney’s staging was all the more impressive given the essential lack
of mystery in the former’s material, and the problems caused by
Debussy’s self-identification with, and failure to complete, the latter.
It is to Pountney’s credit that he entirely avoided the potential
pitfall of making Poe’s terrifying phantasms too concrete and too
present, but kept the audience hovering in a subtle netherworld of dream
/ nightmare. Getty and Orledge should have been thrilled by the results
on more than one level, for surely Welsh National Opera have given both
operas as committed and convincing a performance as either are likely
to receive anywhere.
1 – The Poe Cinema, Jefferson: McFarland, 1998.
2 – In Search of Opera, Princeton University Press, 2001.
3 – Come to that, I don’t believe film music is necessarily less worthy than concert music either. See Hiroshi Teshigahara’s Woman of the Dunes
from 1964, with music by Toru Takemitsu for a start, and then there is
Béla Tarr’s frequent musical collaborator Mihály Vig… but the list is
endless. Staying with La chute de la maison Usher, watch out in the autumn for Charlie Barber’s forthcoming tour of Jean Epstein’s classic silent film with his own music performed live.
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