Susanna has a secret. Does she have a lover? That’s exactly what her jealous husband Gil thinks. In the house there is a smell of smoke, so…? Well, no. Susanna doesn’t have a lover and the cigarettes? She smokes them herself. So that’s her secret. It all meant nothing, but Ermanno Wolf-Ferrari managed to turn the sneering story into one of the funniest comic operas ever.
His music is divinely beautiful. More, in fact. In his notes, he managed to capture all moods. Angry, happy, troubled, angry, happy… You can hear it. Genius. That the opera is still rarely performed has everything to do with our contempt for anything that smells of verismo. For the peace of mind of verismo-haters: no, Il Segreto di Susanna is not a verismo opera, it is more like a commedia dell’arte. Or, flatly put, a delightful interlude.
The live recording from 2006 is excellent. Ángel Ódena is a more than convincing husband and Judith Howarth a sweet-voiced Susanna. For me, the latter is (the only) immediate downside of the recording: Surely Susanna could be a bit more outspoken! Those who know the recording with Renata Scotto know what I mean.
As a bonus, we get Wolf-Ferrari’s youth work, a Serenade for strings. And beautiful it is! The excellent playing Oviedo Filarmonia is under the very enthusiastic direction of Friedrich Haider.
Recording with Renata Scotto:
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