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“I have left behind illusion,” I said to myself. “Henceforth I live in a world of three dimensions – with the aid of my five senses.” I have since learned that there is no such world; but then, as the car turned out of sight of the house, I thought it took no finding, but lay all about me at the end of the avenue.
—Evelyn Waugh’s Charles Ryder
A couple of weeks ago, a Jesuit companion and I were able to get rush tickets to see the Canadian Opera Company’s production of Francis Poulenc’s Dialogues of the Carmelites. Based on the true story of a group of Carmelite nuns who were martyred during the religious persecutions of the French Revolution, the opera consists of a series of “dialogues” between the sisters as they come to a unanimous decision to make a vow to accept martyrdom rather than renounce their vows and their common life. It ends with the nuns singing hymns as they are guillotined one by one, with the sound of the falling blade chillingly incorporated into the score. It is dramatic and gripping, which, given the subject matter, might at first seem strange, but if one thinks about it, every opera is basically a series of dialogues at heart. The work is greatly enriched by Georges Bernanos’s libretto, which contains many spiritually profound insights.
Robert Carsen, the director of the production we saw, has created a magnificent and ingenious production of the opera, for which he has been justly receiving accolades. He seems to have understood the spirit of the work. However, he wrote something curious in the production notes:
Thematically speaking, Dialogues des Carmélites is an atypical opera: there’s nothing less theatrical, in fact, than the existential question at the heart of Bernanos and Poulenc’s text. While the typical operatic model deals with love and death, eros and thanatos, these themes are examined here in a much more abstract manner than is usual in an opera.Prescinding from the question of why an existential question cannot be theatrical (what about Hamlet or Waiting for Godot?), I was struck by the assertion that this opera treats of love and death in an “abstract manner”. Carsen must be implying that a woman’s love for the invisible God is more “abstract” than the love between a man and a woman (a much more common operatic theme) and that the sober death of a martyr is more “abstract” than the passionate death of a Don Giovanni or a Tosca. This view indicates something telling about the way our culture understands what is real.
Now, the word “abstract” could be understood in two ways in this context. First, it could be taken in its rather technical usage, to mean that a particular fact or feature is abstracted—i.e., drawn out of—a mass of data. In this sense, Dialogues des Carmélites, does present an abstraction of love and death, for the music and libretto crystallise these two forces out of the historical events with particular clarity. From the matter of the lives and times of the Carmelite sisters the opera draws our attention to the love of God and the kind of death that it can entail.
However, Carsen probably had the more popular meaning of the word in mind: abstract as contrasted with concrete: abstract as notional rather than real. Even if he did not intend this signification, most people reading the notes would certainly understand it this way, because the default mindset of our culture is that the spiritual love of God is somehow less “real” than the physical love of those who are face to face. The resolute death of martyrdom is less “real” than the gore of battle. Behind this way of thinking is an assumption that reality is consists only in what can be seen and touched. The lover with a body is real, but the God of love, even if real, is not very real to us.
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The love and death of the Carmelite nuns in the French Revolution were not abstract, and neither is their dramatisation in Poulenc’s opera. I cannot speak for all the performances, but on the night that I attended, the audience was riveted to the story in a way that an abstraction can never accomplish. Whatever their various notions of reality might be, and whether or not they believed in God or the purpose of martyrdom, those watching the opera were aware that something really quite concrete was being represented.