Donington on Jung and Wagner's "Ring"

Robert Donington's Wagner's 'Ring' and its Symbols is the oft-cited Jungian analysis of the cycle of four operas. In discussing the paradox of the general situation that develops in the first opera, "Das Rheingold," Donington makes the point that the "bitterness and the sweetness of life are quite inseparable." He quotes Wagner, who wrote in a letter that "'Without death as a necessary concomitant, there is no life; that alone has no end which has no beginning.'" Music, continues, Donington, "is at its greatest when it puts us in mind at once of our own mortality and of life's worth and beauty, and reconciles us to the paradox." He goes on to extend the realization to all the arts, especially "in this age of weakened religious understanding" when "the arts have more responsibility than ever for quickening our intuitive awareness that life does hold a meaning to be discovered by each in his own individual way." In short, "great art reconciles the opposites, and in so doing helps us to reconcile them and to become reconciled with life."
Wagner is not a lovable man, or even a likable one, but in his work his (apparent?) knowledge of his own shortcomings, of man's capacity for inflicting pain, seems to enrich the music. Does this forgive his sins? No, but it may help to explain the appeal of his music.

I have a few books to talk about, and an odd assortment at that. In the order read in which I read them, the first is Jonathan Carr's The Wagner Clan: The Saga of Germany's most Illustrious and Infamous Family. Termed by one commentator "fiendishly enjoyable," it is all of that. It's also an absorbing history of Bayreuth, the theater that Wagner wanted it to be, what is has been and what it might be in the future. Although it's sometimes difficult to keep the family members straight, especially as time goes on and the cast grows larger, it's never hard to marvel at their eccentricities. Wagner's daughter-in-law (Seigfried's wife) Winifred looms large. Energetic, intelligent, opinionated and deeply compromised by her cosy relationship with Hitler, she is nonetheless largely responsible for the continued existence of the festival, which has survived two world wars and family conflicts beyond belief. Carr narrates the tale with aplomb and sympathy; he never neglects the moral issues raised by all this happening in Germany, but neither does he preach. He also displays a constant awareness of the importance of the great music without which there would be no story and takes a sensible attitude towards the issue of whether or not it is in and of itself anti-semitic. If you're at all interested in Wagner, or in modern Germany, this is a must.
Then I took a breather and read a thriller and a mystery. The thriller was The Silent Man, by Alex Berenson. Welcome back, John Wells, savior of America in The Faithful Spy and The Ghost War. A CIA agent, Wells is, however, the despair of the CIA establishment. Preferring to do things his own way, he is given assignments that no one else will touch or else he just takes them on, permission be damned. In defying death on a regular basis, he threatens his relationship with Jennifer Exley, the love of his life and an agent herself, but one less devoted to self-destruction. Berenson is a good plotter and the details always sound right even if maybe they're not. But somehow this one left me unsatisfied, as if I'd eaten too much candy and still wasn't sated--just a bit overstuffed. I kept thinking I'd read it all before--not that I could put it down, mind you. The story involves a stolen nuclear device and an awful lot of space was given to the plotters and the physics behind their venture--more than I ever wanted to know about concocting a nuclear device, especially when I knew it was doomed to be a dud.
As for the mystery, that was Fatal Lies, by Frank Tallis, who specializes in period mysteries set against the backdrop of late 19th-century Vienna. The gas lights flicker, the sachertorte is delicious, Strauss waltzes play in the background--what more can one ask? But to be picky, there's a thing called too much atmosphere and sometimes those gaslights glowed just a hair too long. Still, Dr. Max Liebermann, an expert in Freudian psychology--the good doctor even makes an appearance--is an attractive protagonist and the plot, centered on a brutal murder at an elite military academy, is believable. It all makes for pleasant reading, and would be perfect to take to Vienna if you're lucky enough to be headed that way.

The prolificBritish writer A.N. Wilson now tackles the challenge not only of Hitler, but of Richard Wagner. He does so in Winnie and Wolf, a fictionalized account of the relationship between Wagner's daughter-in-law Winifred and Hitler that occurred in the years between the two world wars. The result is an odd but informative book that attempts to shed light on Wagner's music at the same time that it explores the nature of Naziism and the German psyche. The story is told by a fictional character, a young male secretary at Wahnfried, the Wagner home in Bayreuth. The idea is that Winifred and Hitler (known as "Wolf" to the family) had a child who was ultimately adopted by the secretary and his wife. The novel is a letter to that child,now an old lady living under an assumed name in the US, explaining it all to her.
I read the book as part of learning more about Wagner, and in many ways I did as Wilson's effort to explain alway the composer's supposed fascist leanings is pretty convincing--although that's an argument that may never be resolved. The narrative is awkward at moments, so often the case with a fictionalized history--the gaps between reality and imagination show. But no matter, it's a good story. There is a wonderful and poignant scene towards the end when the narrator describes driving back into Bayreuth at the end of World War II, when the town has been badly bombed--he claims because of Wagner's sympathy for the Nazis, or rather, Hitler's love of his music. Their clothes having been destroyed, the townspeople have raided the costume racks at the theatre and are walking through the streets dressed as the Rhinemaidens, the Nibelungs, Parsifal, etc. It's a powerful image, suggestive of the interplay between Wagner's mythological world and ours.