of the Overture to Eurvanthe the opera ends to the great satisfaction of all men of good will!
The production was brilliant. Herr Reichmann, as the vampire, surpassed himself, and he is always an artist who hits the nail on the head. He got a tremendous ovation after his big scene and at the close of each act. After him we would mention especially, and ahead of all others, the splendid achievement of Herr Winkelmann as Aubry. The three unfortunate brides, Frau Kupfer3 ( Malvina), Fräulein Pirk ( Janthe) and Frau Naday ( Emmy) gave of their best. Herr Reichenberg (Davenaut) speaks beautifully; if he could only sing beautifully, too. All praise to Herr Direktor Jahn, who was responsible for rescuing the opera from the dust of the archives. If the choristers had sung the pp passages of the first act more softly, they would have been still better. The house was sold out. The audience was enthusiastic. The opera will have, one hopes, a long run. Good luck, blood-sucker!
October 26, 1884
A crazy notion, to balance on a rope when drunk to keep from falling over; or to tell a second person a secret in such a secretive manner as to imagine that you have given nothing away or, more to the point, to a third person -- since secrets shared by two are often kept -- or, in a state of pitiable decrepitude, and with a cold, hoarse voice, to solicit the applause of the Viennese public, that Viennese opera public that quietly accepts the most incredible absurdities in matters affecting its intelligence, its artistic sensibilities, but bares its teeth when a hoarse dissonance interrupts its eternal lullaby, as Herr Theodor Wachtel, 2 Royal Prussian Kammersänger, did recently.
What in heaven's name can have prompted Herr Wachtel, now in his declining years as an itinerant singer [he was sixty-one], to torture people? Has he, then, no friends to restrain him in his grisly undertaking? Or is the demon of vanity in him more powerful than any reasonable representations? Herr Wachtel resembles precisely in that respect those old spinsters who, decrepit