“This is the best of me […] this, if anything of mine, is worth your memory”. Thus Elgar inscribed a quotation from John Ruskin on the final page of the manuscript of the score of The Dream of Gerontius. If Noël Coward quipped about the potency of cheap music, it is not surprising that deeply spiritual music should be triply potent. And it doesn’t come much deeper or spiritually engaging as this oratorio.
It is a setting of Cardinal Newman’s poem of the same name to music, and while the theology behind it is overtly catholic, the emotions and themes it unearths are universal. Divided into two parts, the first half tells the story of an old man on his deathbed and his fears about the afterlife. The second stage depicts the particular judgement of the man’s soul as he is led to purgatory.
Like Gerontius’ angel, we were in safe hands with Gerhard Markson, a former principal conductor of the RTÉ National Symphony Orchestra. Meticulous, ever eager to plumb the depths of the music, he brought intensity and dramatic pacing to the music that prevented it from becoming clunky or from being weighed down by its own religiosity.
The prelude rumbled with foreboding swelling to thunderous climaxes. If at times the brass was too intrusive on the tapestry of sound, the sonic boom of the judgement call at the end of the oratorio on the trumpets was truly and appropriately shocking. Markson elicited some delectable wisps of sound in the Sanctis fortis and the opening of the “Praise to the holiest in the height” wafted heaven-wards. Keeping the rhythm taut, the counterpoint of the chorus of demons crackled with energy.
The orchestra responded with alacrity too, playing their hearts out in the expressive moments and dropping their sound to match the soloists. When the Soul of Gerontius is about to go before his Maker, the ppp of the orchestra added hugely to the tension.