On Sunday night an epic journey got me to London's Southbank for an historic performance: The Chelsea Opera Group were presenting Nelly Miricioiu in La traviata, a role she has sung with fame and glory all over the world. Although she had not sung the role for 19 years, the Romanian born diva wanted to sing it once more, and especially in London where she now lives.
To celebrate the performance I took with me two gifts for the Prima donna: A camellia shrub, on the verge of flowering, and an antique and valuable copy of the book that inspired Verdi's immortal opera: La Dame aux Camellias, here translated as "The Lady with the Camellias". If you think you don't know the story, you'll be surprsied to realise you do really: If you've seen Garbo's Camille or Love Story or Moulan Rouge with Nicole Kidman, then you know the story.
The title "La traviata" means "The woman led astray" or, more succinctly, the "Fallen woman" or even "The Courtesan". And this early edition, with "a new foreward by Alexandre Dumas fils" is quite lovely. Illustrated with real engravings, bound into the book, by Albert Lynch and published in 1889, I suppose it's the celebrity publishing event of its day.
For La traviata is a true story. Alexandre Dumas fils (son of the author of The Three Musketeers etc.) had a short but passionate affair with Marie DuPlessis, a legendary Parisian courtesan, who died in 1847 aged just 21 years. She had, in her short life, a series of wealthy and well-to-do "protectors", including the fledgling writer Dumas fils. He was devastated to discover she had died (of consumption, that most romanticised 19th century disease) and wrote the novel in a white heat of grief and inspiration. Subsequently a play, the tale impressed Verdi who completed his opera in 1851, just 4 years after the real "Camille" had died. Thirty odd years later, this lavish edition of the novel proves how popular the story became. And that was, in part, because of the scandal: This was a largely true and contempory story, unheard of in the opera house especially. Indeed the premiere in Venice was a fiasco, according to Verdi, because of the immediacy of the story and it's exploration of morals.
Violetta/Camille/Marie is forced to abandon her one true love by his overbearing father, worried that her reputation will destroy his family (and his daughter's impending marriage). Noble and self-sacrificing, our "tart with a heart" discreetly leaves her lover (Dumas, but in the novel "Armand" and in the opera "Alfredo Germont"), only to be publicly denounced as a whore by him at a Parisian soiree. No amount of remorse or reconciliation can alter her fate: she dies in his arms in one of the most heartbreaking scenes in all opera.
I admire Nelly Miricioiu enormously. She suffered terrible things under the Communist regime in Romania. Despite a cold (maybe because of it) she delivered a dramatic and truly harrowing portrait of a dying woman, clinging on to every last shred of happiness, and was rewarded with a standing ovation.
Such was the crowd around her dressing room I was unable to deliver the book or the bush. The camellia is outside waiting for another opportunity. The book is posted and I hope it will still be a suitable gift even if it arrives after the event. Due to engineering works I had to dash home at the end.
It is a beautiful book and one that I have cherished for many years. But this was a special occasion and it seemed to me to be the perfect way to thank a singer who has given me so much joy with her performances. Brava Nelly!