Rigoletto on Reality Radio

On Saturdays around mid-day it’s our tradition to listen to a live matinee performance at the New York Metropolitan Opera while we clean our house. We especially like the intermissions when there are interviews of producers and singers, & guessing games. Last Saturday the opera was Giuseppe Verdi’s Rigoletto. It’s what I call a “war horse” because it never fails to bring out the crowds &, by the end, have them weeping in the aisles. I learned during the interviews that Verdi had a profound love and respect for Shakespeare. He believed that with Rigoletto he had created a tragic character almost equal to those of the Bard. Many times have the poet’s plays been produced in modern settings. Has it ever really worked? Would Rigoletto stand the same test? 

As we mop floors & scrub toilets we imagine Rigoletto, a burly basso clad in brilliant satins of his court jester's garb. The joker’s cap of floppy points covers his piteous smile belying great anger and passion. Rigoletto is hell-bent to protect his precious daughter from the predaceous Duke, even if he must conspire to commit murder by proxy. Gilda is surely the most beautiful, sweet-young-thing in opera, as she graces the stage bouncing her mass of blonde tendrils in her modest, frilly, pastel gown. She loves & respects her father; nevertheless, she is seduced by the dapper Duke. This aristocratic dandy prances around in his pale hose, shiny knee-high boots, short puffy pantaloons, slit-sleeved waistcoat, & cocky plumed hat. 

We toil away at mundane tasks as we are transported in time & place to 16th century Italy. Of course, we know that by Act III the Duke, a heartless cad, has moved on to his next conquest, & though Gilda sees it, she won’t believe her eyes. Secretly we all want the professional hit-man to kill him, but that’s not going to happen. Rigoletto is in the wrong & he is going to pay dearly for his sin. In a twist of fate the hit-man murders self-sacrificing Gilda. (Ach!) With his daughter dead in his arms Rigoletto closes the opera with "Oh the Curse!" He will live out his days ruing his misdeed while the Duke--never the wiser-- continues his life of lechery. Life can be so unfair. C'est la realité. 

Opera lovers don’t question ridiculous plots or obsolete characters, but the intermission interviews have made me aware of the great difficulty for 21st century productions to be relevant.  Who would be a court jester in the world of modern politics? Is it important for Gilda to remain a paragon of purity? Would her father need to protect her so fiercely? And the Duke? Didn’t he go out with the French Revolution? These days all sorts of sexual predators abound regardless of class or privilege. 

I really do like the opera radio hostess for these broadcasts. She’s a competent messenger, who delivers in detail the plot, sets, costumes, & curtain calls. But when I realized that she was describing a contemporary Rigoletto, I thought, “Are you kidding me? Get real!” When I tried to visualize it, I just LOL-ed. At the close of each intermission I immediately went back to my own private version. I was glad to be a listener, & not a spectator. For me Rigoletto in 2013 is utter nonsense.

Miss Piggy's Palaces

I recently read that Elin Nordegren, Tiger Wood’s Ex, is ready to move into her 21,000 square foot “mega-home” in Florida. It features an olympic pool, koi ponds, and a spa. Ooooh, how homey indeed? The announcement, loaded with superlatives, is the very thing that house-hoppers and high-end realtors thrive on. It screams, “DON’T YOU JUST WISH THIS WAS YOURS!?” 

Paradoxically, the Dallas Morning News announced that Dallas can boast the most expensive house on the market ANYWHERE in the entire USA: $135 million. (Surprise! Not Hollywood, California!) Oh yes! Dallas peons get to drive by miles and miles of these stupendous structures on their way to just about anywhere. It’s a laugh & a half to name some of these monstrosities. At any given time these exclusive areas always have many "for sale" signs. So, what gives? Aren’t the residents mega-cozy in such impressive space and luxury?  

I call these mansions Miss Piggy’s Palaces.  During a lifetime in different places and societies I’ve observed that it is the wife who has the itch for the house of her dreams. She obsesses & schemes about it much of the time until she arrives. (Joanna admits she's done this from time to time.) While normal couples usually work toward a reasonable goal, Miss Piggy doesn't seem to know when to arrive.  With Kermit finally at her side, she will best all the rest. 

Several years back I was having coffee in a lovely home of ordinary human dimensions when a budding Miss Piggy exclaimed, “This house just isn’t me! Well, actually we probably won’t be living in Dallas for very long, but still I want something that’s more moi." Then with a gleam in her eye she confided, "Even though we don’t have children, only Snookie [the toy dog] and Puff [the Persian cat], we are going to build five times as big & ultra luxurious for eventual resale.” She added piteously, “Do you think I’m crazy?” 

I truly did, but I managed to tell a saccharine white lie, “Well of course not, dear, if that’s what is important to you.” Three years later, one for construction & two for habitation, the couple with their pets moved away. I’m told that they sold their mega-home for a nice mega-profit.