“Crazy, utterly crazy!” No, not Miss Julie’s outrageous behaviour, dancing and cavorting with the servants on Midsummer’s Eve, but that William Alwyn’s operatic take on August Strindberg’s play could have been so neglected since its 1977 premiere. Who decides the fate of new operas, whether they become part of the repertoire? Critics play a part, but the severest review I could find of the radio broadcast of the first performance is “periodic slackness” (Opera, October 1977). Thankfully, Sakari Oramo and the BBC Symphony Orchestra were on hand at the Barbican to deliver a concert staging that could rehabilitate the opera.
Strindberg’s plot is compact. On Midsummer’s Eve, with the Count away, his daughter, Miss Julie, flirts with his valet, Jean. After the dancing has stopped, the flirting continues. Jean warns her she’s playing with fire, but Miss Julie demands a kiss and they spend the night together. With dawn comes the realisation that her reputation – and his employment – are finished if the affair is discovered. They make plans to elope to Lugano and set up a hotel together, but when it transpires she has no money Jean coldly discards her; the only way out for Miss Julie is suicide.
Alwyn long considered an operatic setting of Miss Julie, having the initial idea in the 1930s. He set to work with librettist Christopher Hassall in 1954, but that effort splintered when Hassall insisted on fidelity to Strindberg’s text and Alwyn insisted the libretto was much condensed. “Opera needs the bare minimum of words,” he wrote, “for a glut of words holds up the action.” Eventually, Alwyn set his own libretto, making a number of twists to the play, introducing a fourth character – Ulrik, the gamekeeper – and changing the pet Miss Julie tries to take with her from a greenfinch (which Jean decapitates on the chopping block) to a pet dog (which Jean orders Ulrik to shoot dead).
Perhaps a reason for the opera’s neglect is that Alwyn’s luscious, post-romantic music was considered too old-fashioned for the 1970s. Much of it could have been composed in the early 20th century. The opening scene is reminiscent of Ravel’s La Valse, a dance of death throbbing with desire in 3/4 time, but always with the feeling the music is about to implode – Miss Julie is playing a dangerous game. There’s Lulu, Firebird’s threatening double basses, a chatter of castanets à la Dance of the Seven Veils when Miss Julie asks Jean if she sees him as Salome, and an outrageous quotation from the Rosenkavalier trio which made me grin, played with ripe passion. Alwyn’s vocal writing is sympathetic, mostly lyrical, with just some passages where the BBCSO swamped the voices.