Delightful, insightful, vexing, maddening.... and possibly worthy?
At the time of publication, Gayden Wren was highly placed in the American arts critic world and he has a long association with G&S, so was well-placed to pen this refreshing look at the extensive collaboration of two of Victorian England's most admired creatives. He expounds at length on all aspects of the Savoy operas: text, music, structure, themes, and so on, as well as insights into the original creation of each work. There's lots to engage the mind here. Wren is at his best, I believe, in his 'big picture' thinking, tracking how the G&S collaboration evolved but also how each of the two men developed at different speeds, and how this development created an essentially new type of English artform.
On the smaller points, Wren is often enlightening, often entertaining, and frankly often perplexing! Perhaps it's because he's American, but his sense of humour often seems at odds with those of Gilbert. He finds the "babies in love" concept in Patience to be too silly (as if that was not the intention), finds the recitatives that open The Sorcerer to be workmanlike (of course they're not masterpieces, but there's clearly a sense of humour there that can be performed, as it was in the 1982 Brent Walker video), and is given to dismissing some of the stretched rhymes as being acts of desperation on the part of the lyricist, rather than acts of overt cheekiness. I've never been to an American production of the works, but I wonder if audiences there treat them as more self-consciously "classic"? Or perhaps it's that Wren sees these works as so devoid of any political or social sting that they must be more serious than most of us from the Commonwealth believe. (They're works of great art, don't mistake me, but that is not inherently the same thing as being serious.)
More intriguing still is Wren's habit - not infrequent in this volume - of dismissing all of those who came before. Several times he tells us sagely that every critic prior to him has either missed the truth about a song or has been wrong; occasionally, he acknowledges one critic walked up to the line but then clearly failed to see what was on the other side. This is taken to its logical extreme in the back of the book where, to quote another reviewer here, "the world's snidest bibliography" is to be found. Annotating all of his sources, good and great books are given their due by the author, but more seem to be terrible, not worth reading, even outright offensive.
Perhaps Wren's weakest point - oddly, for an entertainment writer - seems to be a limited interest in how a work is put together. He seems to suffer from that old-fashioned (indeed, 19th century) notion which used to regard Shakespeare's works as "masterpieces with a lot of confusing bits that were probably added in by someone else". People thought that writers sat in ivory towers creating gossamer and then disseminating it to artists, rather than the reality that an Elizabethan playwright worked closely with his company in developing a new play, with the company also invoking a decent amount of license to shape a work to their needs. The idea that Shakespeare himself might have thought pragmatically (god forbid!) was verboten: surely he would never include some coarse jokes to lighten the mood or reach a different part of the audience; surely he would never include a comic improv scene to bridge a costume change; surely he would never throw in some topical banter to an otherwise serious scene to take advantage of being relevant to his crowd; surely!
To give an example of the two complaints above which come together, take Princess Ida. The consensus view of most commentators is that Tennyson's original poem is the more feminist work (in line with that author's political leanings) while Gilbert's reworking, unintentionally or otherwise, gives it a distinctly less feminist tinge. Wren tells us straight that all of those commentators (all of them! on both Tennyson and Gilbert!) have completely misread the issue. Tennyson was actually the hateful misogynist and Gilbert's reworking artistically created a work of profound support for gender equality. Don't get me wrong: Wren is entitled to his argument and I do believe he hovers close to the mark when he talks about the real battle between youth vs old rather than female vs male, with Gilbert lightly satirising the movement rather than being a staid old patriarch. But that's not enough for the writer here, who not only dismisses all other critics with such certainty (such certainty) but invokes a serious of spurious arguments to prove this. He expounds at length upon Gilbert's decision to make Ida's father King Gama a negative character, where he is the good king in the poem to Hildebrand's bad king, and finds that this must have been done to emphasise how much of a break Ida is making from her "bleak, violent, confrontational" past. I must dissent - and strongly. Gama's world is certainly presented as bleak in Act I, but he and Ida don't interact until Act III, when they both show considerable compassion for one another. And indeed Hildebrand remains the crueller of the kings in the final act (until that topsy-turvy finale) while Gama's bleakness is presented through the actor who is always the most beloved in a G&S opera, namely the 'patter baritone'. Honestly it seems like disagreement for disagreement's sake! And when we examine that old-fashioned notion I mentioned, it falls apart some more. Gilbert and Sullivan famously wrote for a full-time repertory company comprised of artists of their choosing. Gilbert knew these two kings would be the role for his two baritones. He assigned the strengths of noble, proud cruelty to Rutland Barrington as Hildebrand, the lyric baritone who had already played the Sergeant of Police, Archibald Grosvenor, and Earl Mountararat in the three previous works. He thus needed to assign the role of King Gama to the 'patter' baritone George Grossmith, whose roles such as Sir Joseph Porter and the Major-General naturally inspired a character who so desires being unpleasant that he gets thoroughly fed up when his life is too easy! That is not to say that Wren is completely wrong about Gilbert's creative process. But he seems to be reaching for an advanced calculus textbook when a pocket calculator would do just as well.
My sense of this book is that, in trying to analyse words, music, and structure, Wren has perhaps overextended himself. (The musical examples, in particular, often seem simplistic to me.) For the kind of Savoyard with decades of knowledge much of the book will be redundant, although given each page is written in short, bursting paragraphs, there are likely to be insights here for even the most jaded fan. For most of us, the volume bubbles over with intriguing comments; even if I only find half of them truly believable, that's enough for me to place this on a "must-have" bookshelf for any lover of this marvellous, evergreen pieces.