arsifal was first performed in England on 2 February 1914. This review appeared in The Times on the following day. The author was
H.C. Colles (1879-1943), who had been the newspaper's music critic from 1911.
Left: A contemporary illustration of performers in the 1914 production of 'Parsifal' at Covent Garden (March 28, 1914 issue of the Illustrated London News magazine).
ueen Alexandra occupied the Royal box at the first performance in England of Wagner's Parsifal, which took place at
Covent Garden last night before a very distinguished audience.
he huge audience which filled every seat in the Opera House from the stalls to the gallery was drawn there no doubt by every conceivable motive and
interest, from a devotion bordering upon a religious enthusiasm to mere curiosity and the desire to share in an historic event. Yet for practical purposes it could be divided into two definite classes,
those who knew or thought they knew what Parsifal is and those who had come to make the discovery.
oth classes no doubt had one question uppermost in their mind: the question how far what they were to see and hear would be the Parsifal which
until this year has remained secluded at Bayreuth. The question, though inevitable, is destructive to the spirit which Wagner fought so hard to gain from his audience. He wanted what every artist wants
and rarely gets, an attitude of concentrated sympathy freed from all exterior distractions. He wanted an audience without poses either of piety or cleverness to whom he could speak direct. The
conditions of modern artistic production make the ideal unattainable, and while those who know Parsifal have by now answered the question each in his own way, it must be our business to answer
it to some extent for the benefit of the newcomers.
he forest scene, into which Kundry rushes, wild-eyed and breathless, bringing
balsam for Amfortas' wound, and where the boy Parsifal strays and thoughtlessly shoots the swan, gives a far more spacious view of lake and mountain than can be shown at Bayreuth.
he temple in which the mystery of the Grail is celebrated is, on the other hand, a very close representation of the Venetian
[sic] architecture of the Bayreuth scene, but the point at which this production fails is the moving scenery which Wagner intended should link the two. The idea was one of
Wagner's worst blunders in practical stagecraft. He directed that the whole scene should move gradually towards the right, and even when it is done perfectly it has some of the absurdity of the
old-fashioned panorama show. But when the scene does not move at all, but is gradually obliterated by a canvas on a roll (which is what happens at Covent Garden) the absurdity is multiplied a
hundredfold. If the management could have had the courage to prove Wagner wrong by omitting the moving scenery altogether, letting the journey to Monsalvat be pictured
imaginatively in the magnificent music of the orchestra, as Siegfried's journey to the Rhine is pictured, a lasting service to Wagner's art would have been done ...
Left: A full section of Parsifal bells at Covent Garden in 1914: bell-piano with damper, gong and large
tubular bells.
ut these things are really only the accessories. Every one realizes now that the heart of Wagner's art lies in the music. The cast had
been carefully chosen with this in view. Herr Hensel has sung the part of Parsifal in two Bayreuth festivals; Mme. Eva von der Osten is the possessor of one of the most
beautiful mezzo-soprano voices of modern times, and in Herr Paul Bender, Herr Knöpfer, and Herr Kiess were secured three of the finest singers possible. Individually the work of the principal artists
was of the highest order. But one looks for more than this, and through most of the performance we got more both in the careful ensemble and in the fine orchestral playing. The opening scenes
were the least satisfactory ...
he ending in which Parsifal raises the Grail, illumined as in the first act, produces an
anticlimax musically as well as dramatically. Wagner's attempt to give it additional significance by the descent of the dove produces no more than a cheap theatrical effect, and he has no new musical
point to add in the score. In this as in much else one is reminded of the fact that Parsifal is the work of his old age. His strength was ebbing, but the sincerity of his purpose sufficed to
produce a work which has created a deeper reverence for opera than any of his earlier masterpieces could achieve. Even if we do not feel Parsifal to be Wagner's greatest work, its unique
beauty and the loftiness of its standpoint are incontestable.