Robert Thicknesse on Opera
The critic, like a used-up traveller in ladies’ corsetry in a Fifties film, is enjoying a happy furlough
It’s the perfect medium for the End Times, unequalled in its devotion to doom
How we underestimate the women in Mozart’s Cosi fan tutte
Grand opera was long thought quite dead but is suddenly rearing its shaggy head again
Opera really doesn’t need the help of activist directors when it comes to politics — it’s all there already
Those in charge are in thrall to vain provocateur directors
Every six months or so opera surfaces from its undersea lair, like a Bond villain, to enter public consciousness — generally when it’s been naughty.