Barbican 2017-18 Review – Dead Man Walking: Joyce DiDonato Shines In Jake Heggie’s Haunting Disarray Of An Opera

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Jake Heggie’s 2000 opera “Dead Man Walking” – based on the memoirs of Sister Helen Prejean and inspired by the film of the same name – hardly conforms to operatic standards. An intersection of “Porgy and Bess”-like motifs, rock opera recitatives, and the echoes of New Orleans jazz, it treats the opera template with a moderate respect: scant arias and duets that favor the “parlato” style of speaking rather than singing, the hazy reflection of a theme by the chorus, predictable repeats of an ominous phrase. Altogether the music is arranged in a wavering form that oscillates continuously between one genre and a strikingly contrasting counterpart. And yet it all appears to be a choice on Heggie’s own behalf: one stubbornly intent on stimulating the effect of entropy.

At Odds With Itself

It’s undeniably a logical approach. Most of the action takes place on death row at Louisiana State Penitentiary, where cellmates wrangle with their guards in brawls and hurl loud curses when a nun enters the ward. The nun in question – Sister Helen Prejean – has become a pen-pal to Joseph De Rocher, a prisoner convicted of a teenage girl’s rape and the murder of both her and her boyfriend. The opera’s plot revolves around the real-life story of their unexpected friendship and the arduous, exhausting route she takes to both convince him to confess and grant him her forgiveness. What’s palpable throughout the music nonetheless is a deficiency of valleys dug to offset peaks; an absence of the very peace and indispensable serenity of which Sister Helen is always singing. Here the eerie shriek of a motif on strings splinters the regulated rhythm of the brass, or else percussion cleaves the brisk lull of the flutes’ motif with brusque inelegance. So while the crucial theme is humans’ need to live in harmony and give forgiveness, predominantly what the work projects is violence.

Throughout the score the instrumental sections’ parts square off against each other constantly. Their in-fighting thereby constructs a bulky border the conductor has to straddle – forced to symbolize the chaos without letting the ensemble collapse into a clatter of resounding metal rubble. In this instance at the opera’s UK premiere in a concert staging at the Barbican in London, Mark Wigglesworth controlled most of the timing of the entrances with slick and preordained commands; distributing each stop and start with his own metaphorical control dial. There were occasions in which brass went temporarily awry and strings lost the upper layer of their flawless tone – but it was difficult to differentiate between the score’s purported moments of disorder and infrequent lapses.

The Star of the Night

More than the music or libretto, Joyce DiDonato’s vocal choices dispersed puffs of smoky horror in the ambiance. In the confines of this concert-staged rendition with scarce props and set design, DiDonato’s hunched shoulders and inelegant gesticulation easily embodied the fatigued existence of this Southern nun; a woman who spends hours helping disenfranchised (and occasionally violent) folks. In the mosaic of all her variegated roles, we haven’t much heard DiDonato sing the lines of gospel music – a genre onto which this opera sometimes shines a spotlight. She zig-zagged through the languorous melismas with an effortless pizzazz; they were no less endemic to her than the thin spaghetti ribbons of repetitive coloratura. Of all the cast, she was the only one to represent slow-boiling, simmering realizations with the incremental, tentative crescendos that she exercised on notes; as always thickening vibrato on her instrument without abrading any of its tone. When uttering the phrase “I’m sorry” to the parents of the children murdered at the convict’s hands, she treated every repetition with a new approach, making her guilt and compassion both palpable.

Brutality Embodied and Sung

In the role of sentenced murderer Joseph De Rocher, baritone Michael Mayes effuses a defiant arrogance, barbarous boldness, and wide-ranging physicality. His instrument is loaded with a prominent vibrato, quivers on the voice so evident they stick out like the scales across a fish. On one hand, this lent his incarnation of the character blunt authenticity. Menace fused with chronic fear of dying was as audible as it was visible. But on the other hand, there were moments when he let a strong desire to portray the personage outweigh the vocal line’s security. At times he hindered the starts and ends of phrases – sliding on to them or letting them drop off unceremoniously. He cracked when closing the duet with Sister Helen, “The truth will set you free.” Although there’s no doubt that an actor in a play would have performed the role with similar inflections, this purports to be an opera. While the recitatives are so thickly strewn that the work’s genre is questionable, well-sustained vocal lines must – give or take a fine creative inch – be lodged in place.

A Smorgasbord of Vocal Variety

Measha Brueggergosman, in the role of Sister Rose, possesses a low-lying, thick soprano that she wields with elasticity and ease. Though at times perilously shaky at the top, her voice is a rare mixture of distinct corporeality and supple flexibility.

As Joseph’s mother, Mrs. Patrick De Rocher, Maria Zifchak offers a thin and at times restrained mezzo-soprano apt at conveying her unending anguish. While she occasionally cedes to instability in the top register, Susan Bullock and Susan Bickley, as the murdered children’s mothers Kitty Hart and Jade Boucher respectively, are more prone to tremulousness in their singing. In part because of this, the parents’ cascade of reprimands towards Sister Helen at the end of the first act – “You don’t know…” – devolved into a slightly off-key (albeit well-timed) quartet.

As Father Grenville, Michael Bracegirdle performed his role with emboldened self-righteousness coursing through the surface of his steely, unbreakable voice. James Creswell, in the part of prison ward George Benton, loaded his well-regulated instrument with a portentous emphasis that seemed to be inherent to most singers through the course of this performance. Every performer’s diction was clear-cut and the majority of Southern accents were infallible.

Yet on the basis of its very nature, Heggie’s opera struggles to upend its listeners with the relentless poignancy it strives so hard to stir. Countering the characters’ life-changing revelations, fast-switching musical motifs ensure the audience’s ears are turned to the direction of abrupt changes in timbre, key, and pace that take-up so much intellectual room, they leave too little to absorb only the storyline. While the majority of music pays homage to 1920s jazz or newer American music akin to Bernstein’s “Trouble in Tahiti,” manifest citations – such as the brass’s iteration of the first two chords of Elvis Presley’s “Jailhouse Rock” after the Sister mentions him – make for an essay that contains one quote too many. While the performers filled the atmosphere with unavoidable lugubriousness, it was perhaps the final layer of a stack of overlapping, interleaving slides derived from a collection of contrasting genres, themes and stories. The overall effect, therefore, was undermined by disarray – albeit a most haunting one.

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Sophia Lambton
Sophia Lambton became a professional classical music critic at the age of seventeen when she began to be published in "Musical Opinion", Britain’s oldest magazine centred on classical music. One-and-a-half years later she embarked on a long pathway of research for an opera-related non-fiction book. In 2015 she graduated from Oxford with a 2:1 in Classics and Modern Languages. Sophia is currently working on both her non-fiction work and the second volume of her third novel, "The Crooked Little Pieces".

2 Comments on "Barbican 2017-18 Review – Dead Man Walking: Joyce DiDonato Shines In Jake Heggie’s Haunting Disarray Of An Opera"

  1. I am sorry Sofia, but I think you have misunderstood Michael Mayes performance to the point of misrepresenting his singing in print. Rarely will you be able to hear a singer that can combine such firm-lined bel canto style with convincing southern-style bending blue notes (which are the notes I presume you refer to him ‘sliding’ on to) and a perfectly managed head-voice falsetto blend when imitating his woman at ‘Ev’ry thing’s gonna be alright’. Every singer involved in the production (I was in the male chorus) marvelled at his ability to mix genres without compromising his technique, which together with his extraordinary personification of the character was a pivotal element in generating the power of the piece.
    A conventional vocal delivery throughout (in contradiction of indications in the score) would undermine the integrity of such a performance and the opera as a whole.

  2. The front story:

    Sister Helen Prejean: Does Truth Matter?:
    Dead Man Walking & The Death Penalty

    From: Dudley Sharp

    Fact checking encouraged, for all

    1) The parents of rape/torture/murder victim Loretta Bourque, a “Dead Man Walking” Case

    ” . . .makes you realize the Dead Man Walking truly belongs on the shelf in the library in the Fiction category.”

    “Being devout Catholics, ‘the norm’ would be to look to the church for support and healing. Again, this need for spiritual stability was stolen by Sister Prejean.” (1)

    2) Case Detective Michael Vernado, in the rape/torture/murder of Faith Hathaway, a Dead Man Walking Case

    “I wouldn’t have had as much trouble with (Prejean’s) views if she would have told the truth . . .” ” . . . (Sr. Prejean) based her book on what was in I guess a defense file and what (rapist/murderer) Robert Willie telling her.” (1)

    ” . . . she’s trying to mislead people in the book. And that’s something that she’s going have to work out with herself.” “(Sr. Prejean’s) certainly not after giving anybody spiritual advice to try to save their soul.” (1)

    3) DEATH OF TRUTH (3)

    Book Review: “Sister Prejean’s Lack of Credibility: Review of “The Death of Innocents”, by Thomas M. McKenna (New Oxford Review, 12/05) (3)

    “The book is moreover riddled with factual errors and misrepresentations.”

    “Williams had confessed to repeatedly stabbing his victim, Sonya Knippers.”

    “This DNA test was performed by an independent lab in Dallas, which concluded that there was a one in nearly four billion chance that the blood could have been someone’s other than Williams’s.”

    ” . . . despite repeated claims that (Prejean) cares about crime victims, (she) implies that the victim’s husband was a more likely suspect but was overlooked because the authorities wanted to convict a black man.”

    ” . . . a Federal District Court . . . stated that ‘the evidence against Williams was overwhelming.’ ” “The same court also did “not find any evidence of racial bias specific to this case.”

    Prejean’s speculation is just grotesque.


    Sharp reply: Did she consider the mental suffering of a parent who lost their innocent daughter to a rape/murder or, possibly, the mental (and physical) suffering of that girl, as she was being raped and murdered?

    Of course the sister considered it and she made her choice – the murderer.

    Much more, here:

    Sister Helen Prejean: Does Truth Matter?:
    Dead Man Walking & The Death Penalty

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