Enthusiastic ovations on the finish greeted Blanchard, a jazz trumpeter greatest recognized for his scores for Spike Lee movies, and Kasi Lemmons, the author, director and actress who with “Fire” turns into the primary Black librettist of a piece carried out by the Met in its historical past. It was exhilarating to see them cheered on by an virtually solely Black forged, refrain and dance troupe, in addition to by an viewers with notably extra individuals of shade than common at a Met opening.
“Fire,” which premiered at Opera Theater of St. Louis in 2019, is predicated on a 2014 memoir by the New York Occasions columnist Charles M. Blow; it’s an account of his turbulent upbringing in rural Louisiana as he endures emotional confusion, longs for affection from his tough-love mom and tries to return to phrases with the injuries of sexual molestation. Blow’s guide remembers his earlier life from an grownup perspective, whereas additionally conveying his experiences as in the event that they’re being lived within the second. Blanchard and Lemmons use an operatic trick to current this layering.
When the opera opens, we see Charles (the muscular-voiced baritone Will Liverman, in a breakthrough efficiency) as a university pupil, rushing residence, pistol in hand, bent on revenge for having been molested as a boy by his older cousin. Within the subsequent scene, his 7-year-old self, Char’es-Child, is performed by Walter Russell III, an endearingly gangly and sweet-toned boy soprano. The system of getting a personality be portrayed by two singers at completely different phases of life goes again a great distance in opera, and works powerfully right here. Throughout lengthy stretches of Act I, Charles hovers round Char’es-Child, issuing warnings the boy can’t hear, they usually typically sing in duo, with winding lyrical strains over mellow harmonies.
The opera additionally creates a twofold feminine character, Future and Loneliness, to embody qualities that hang-out Charles. Using spirit-like characters is one other acquainted system in opera, and right here — with Angel Blue bringing her luminous soprano voice and unforced charisma to the twin position — it’s extra affecting than the cliché it might simply have been.
In his rating, Blanchard deftly blends parts of jazz, blues, hints of massive band and gospel right into a compositional voice dominated by lushly chromatic and modal harmonic writing, spiked with jagged rhythms and tart dissonance. He commented in a current interview with The Times about his method to writing vocal strains: He speaks the phrases of the textual content time and again to be taught its form and circulation.
The ensuing musical setting is obvious and pure. Blanchard mixes sputtered spoken moments into vocal phrases that unfold in a jazz equal of Italianate arioso. He has a penchant for cushioning these vocal strains with orchestral chords that hug them — or else he’ll usually double the voices or write counter-melodies with prolonged strains for strings. (Howard Drossin is credited with extra orchestrations.)
Blanchard deploys this juiced-up lyrical type so persistently that passages threat slipping into melodrama. This difficulty is extra problematic on the Met than it was in St. Louis. In Missouri, the opera was offered in a 756-seat theater, roughly one-fifth the dimensions of the Met. Understandably, the inventive crew selected to adapt the work to the bigger house. Some scenes had been prolonged; dance sequences had been added; the position of Billie, Charles’s mom, was considerably expanded to create a real main soprano half, right here sung movingly by Latonia Moore.
Although the opera nonetheless principally avoids seeming inflated, these enhanced arias and scenes typically went on too lengthy. I missed the intimacy and directness — the just about chamber-orchestra readability, with the phrases leaping off the stage — of the St. Louis manufacturing.
Yannick Nézet-Séguin, the Met’s music director, introduced engagement and vitality to the rostrum, drawing out the colours and character of the music, the nuances and brassy brilliance. However with the orchestra’s string gamers giving their all to that lyricism, the sound was usually overly plush. I want Nézet-Séguin had inspired extra subtlety and restraint.
But “Fire” stays a contemporary, affecting work. You imagine in these characters from watching scenes of their on a regular basis lives, as after we see Billie and her co-workers at a hen manufacturing facility, plucking feathers on a desk crammed with carcasses; or when the teenage Charles decides to get baptized at church to rid himself of the interior demons of sexual confusion. (Within the wake this, he’s visited by Loneliness, who guarantees to be his companion for all times.)
James Robinson, who staged the St. Louis manufacturing, has been joined on the Met by the director and choreographer Camille A. Brown, making her the primary Black artist to direct a Met manufacturing. Brown created some beautiful dance sequences, together with a dream ballet by which the teenage Charles sees visions of alluring, embracing males circling his mattress, and rises to affix them, directly terrified and entranced. Act III begins with a protracted step-dance scene that stopped the present: Charles is dashing Kappa Alpha Psi, a Black fraternity, and 12 male dancers do a stomping and frenetic but amazingly loose-limbed quantity.
Blanchard was lucky to have Lemmons as a collaborator. Her libretto is poetic, poignant, typically grimly humorous, all the time dramatically efficient. Many strains, set sensitively by Blanchard, will stick with me, as in a soliloquy when the older Charles, echoing Future, sings, “I was once a boy of peculiar grace,” a “dangerous existence” for a person of his race. From his “lawless town,” he provides, the place everybody carried a gun, “I carried shame, in a holster round my waist.”
Allen Moyer’s spare set — a form of rough-hewed wooden proscenium and another shifting parts — is visually enriched with projections by Greg Emetaz. Paul Tazewell’s costumes had been fantastically easy, but evocative of the shifting intervals and settings. All the forged was wonderful, together with the bright-voiced tenor Chauncey Packer as Spinner, Billie’s womanizing husband; the earnest bass-baritone Ryan Speedo Inexperienced because the kindly Uncle Paul, who takes in Billie and her sons; and the husky baritone Chris Kenney within the difficult position of Chester, the older cousin who molests Charles. The scene of abuse is all of the extra highly effective for not being explicitly staged: We simply see the cousins standing immobile as Char’es-Child’s anguished face is proven in close-up projections.
Within the penultimate scene, Charles meets a stunning girl, Greta, with whom he immediately bonds; he calls her his “destiny.” (She, too, is performed by Blue, our Future and Loneliness.) Buying and selling secrets and techniques, Charles admits the molestation he skilled; Greta then admits to having a boyfriend she is dedicated to. Crushed, Charles telephones residence and discovers from his mom that Chester has dropped by, which leads again to the opera’s opening, after we see Charles able to kill.
However when he reaches his mom’s home, Chester is gone. The opera ends as an alternative with a poignant scene with wistful, mellow music, as Charles, regarded over by Char’es-Child, returns to Billie, lastly capable of settle for the motherly recommendation she has all the time given about not carrying emotional baggage by life: “Sometimes, you gotta leave it in the road.”