
A lion in winter
Late at night, headphones on, covers drawn to my chin, I’d thrill to the voice as if it were my own. I was 10 years old. The opera was the1978 RCA recording of Verdi’s Otello, and the baritone – roaring over James Levine’s fortissimo conducting – transformed into a larger-than-life character, sweetly goading here, bluff and muscular there, obliterating and dominant still elsewhere.
Then my dad showed me a production. This same baritone – with close-set eyes, long nose, mane of brown hair, and a...
Then my dad showed me a production. This same baritone – with close-set eyes, long nose, mane of brown hair, and a...