Painting of Handel by Philippe Mercier, 1720 (Photo by DeAgostini/Getty Images)

A celebration of redemption

Handel: Israel in Egypt (Avie)

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When Georg Friederic Handel lived in London in the first half of the 18th century, there was not much to do after a concert. A composer could drone on as long as he liked. Handel’s propensity for inordinate length was tolerated for a couple of decades, but the backlash caught up with him in April 1739. The second of his dramatic biblical oratorios fell flat, with aristocrats complaining it was too long and static. This was unfair, in part.

Facing penury, Handel switched to Biblical oratorios

Handel had stopped writing operas when the upper classes imported Italians to do it (supposedly) better. Facing penury, Handel switched to Biblical oratorios. In Israel in Egypt, he composed some of his most affecting and gripping music. The problem was a tedious prequel describing Egypt’s mourning at the death of Joseph, an otiose introduction that undermined the drama of the Exodus and the crossing of the Red Sea. Handel, ever alert to market forces, made changes to his narrative, but the oratorio remained lop-sided. It continued to be blighted by its original negative reception.

In the present version, the period-instrument pioneer Jeannette Sorrell has made a series of judicious cuts throughout the manuscript whilst keeping the structure intact. Her editorial intervention, along with some fairly frisky tempi, keep the oratorio galloping along. The outcome is a 74-minute edition, full of incident and colour, that never flags.

Sorrell preserves the contentious lament for Joseph, but her concision is intelligent, and her Apollo’s Fire ensemble and singers are fiercely engaged. I particularly liked the countertenor Daniel Moody and the baroque trumpet Steven Marquardt. Sorrell herself is a singular presence, striking her own path in unfashionable Cleveland. She shows there is room in one post-industrial city for two world-class orchestras playing in very different styles. This immaculate production automatically becomes my preferred version of Israel in Egypt, a work that precedes Messiah by two years and contains many of its seeds. At the end, you can almost hear Messiah lurking in the wings as Handel collects his box-office takings and deposits them in a personal strong-box that the Bank of England kept open specially for the purpose. This celebration of redemption needs to be more widely performed, especially in times like these.

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