3.5/5
If you completely excised the multimedia composite that is 'The Phantom of the Opera' from every corner of my life, I would be less of a person. My taste in music, my values in relationships, my priorities in living my life: it's no overstatement that they would be far simpler and less sustaining if my four-year-old self hadn't resonated with a mysterious sequence of vocals and organ music, later revealed to my older self to be the original cast recording of the Webber production. True, I've never seen it on Broadway or shelled out obscene amounts on some sort of coffee table monstrosity, but I don't base my devotion to various pieces of media based on how many instances of conspicuous consumption I've flaunted thus far. In any case, 2023 is proving to be the Year of Reading Close to Home, and what better way to start it off than with not only a book entirely about one of my long lasting loves, but also one of the highest rated pieces that I've been dragging around since 2011? As for the actual reading experience, I learned a great deal about many different factors (the original Leroux novel, the silent Hollywood experiments, the context of the Webber adaptation) that I had heretofore knew only in piecemeal, and it was impossible to read the concluding libretto at a pace faster than the original cast recordings echoing in my memory. The material being what it is, I wasn't going to get the deep dive literary piece of the revolutionary nonfiction treatise that usually garners a favorite from me, but in terms of starting the year on a high (and the opposite of exhausting) note, this would be hard to beat.
What exactly is 'The Phantom of the Opera'? A musical for those who don't like musicals? An opera for those who don't like operas? A love story for those who decry the genre, a piece of literature for those who fall asleep at the mere mention of names such as Dickens or Twain? A 20th century phantasmagoria for those who think everything good in the world died in 1899, a 19th century extravaganza for those who would gladly see everything 'Victorian' and otherwise tied to colonialism's purse strings blown off the face of the earth? I'm hardly the only one who has cleaved to this mastodon of monstrous sentiment and bombastic unoriginality from childhood to adult, and each time I come back, I find it engagingly changed and yet achingly familiar. Indeed, I'd put forth the argument that the strongest facet of PotO, the one that draws in newcomers and keeps the grizzled enthusiasts coming back for more, is the yearning: for love, for self-actualization, for acceptance, all wrapped up in dazzling visuals, devastating vocals, and deadly thrills. As this work is but a supplement to the experiences of reading the original work, listening to the original cast recording, or seeing a live performance, it's never going to measure up to the expectations that the title evokes in those committed to the media. Still, the next time I dive into the material proper, I'll have a much fuller background to draw upon, and thus I expect to appreciate more of what I find in the process. And that's well worth having taken the time to read this, no?
Despite my (mild) criticism of this work, I can't really say what it could have done better without ruining the spread page promises of its front cover and the enticing brevity of its length. I could have used less blown up renditions of photos taken during the 80s and more commentary, as well as political commentary that was less far up its own ass, especially in the case of the Paris Commune of 1871. There's also the fact that, since this work's publication in 1988, there's been a bevy of other PotO adaptations to put into a larger context, and I even have one that covers the (travesty of a) 2004 film adaptation (although hopefully not the even more atrocious 'sequel') sitting on the shelf behind me. However, for what this is, it's a nice piece of work for the long time Phantom lover who need not worry about spoilers or not being familiar with the more need to know details. What with the news of Poto supposedly finally coming off of Broadway this year, perhaps this is the kick in the pants that'll finally get me to put my money where my mouth is and see the show before it moves on to less hallowed pastures.