Charles Wuorinen’s Brokeback Mountain, with a libretto by Annie Proulx, based on her 1987 short story, has finally had its American première. New York City Opera had originally commissioned the work a decade ago, when Gerard Mortier was supposed to take the reins of the company. When the plans fell apart, Mortier revived the commission for Madrid’s Teatro Real where the opera had its world première in 2014.
One should certainly hope that deciding to present the opus now, the leaders of NYCO were considering the opera’s merits, not just the need to fill a slot in the company’s “Pride Initiative”, meant to produce one LGBT-themed work every season. In a recent interview, the composer reiterated that the story (two young ranch hands, Ennis and Jack, who are hired to tend sheep on an isolated mountain, fall in love and then struggle for twenty years to find a way to be together) is not about “poor, oppressed, gay people”. For the composer the real subject of the opera is the inability to fully acknowledge one’s own emotions and true nature and, even more, to communicate.
The four-performance run did not bring to New York the original production but a “chamber version”, first seen in Salzburg in 2016. Jacopo Spirei’s mise-en-scène is rather drab and Eva Musil’s scenery and costumes don’t add too much sparkle either. The mythical Brokeback Mountain is represented by one or two papier-mâché slopes and a blurry picture in the background. The shepherds’ base camp with its ridiculous-looking tent and too evident stairs evades any shade of Romanticism. The interiors of homes, motels and offices, open boxes rolled around by stagehands, do have a suitable Hopper-esque air but are too unimaginatively furnished.
Wuorinen has always claimed that his opera is closer to the spirit of the original short story than the very successful Ang Lee movie with its youthful stars and luxuriant landscapes. Adapting her own text, Proulx added a series of elements that were meant to make the narrative more palatable to opera lovers. She extended the presence of the protagonists’ wives, allowing the composer to change gears in his music. She introduced a Peter Grimes-like chorus of commenting townspeople. Even more, she made room for a senseless Commendatore-referencing ghost (Jack’s father-in-law). Unfortunately, there is a bothering disjunction between a text that overemphasizes the unsophisticated nature of the characters with their “straight” talk, with too many subject-verb disagreements and the brainy, fiercely complex musical environment.