Here's my piece from today's Independent about Weinberg's opera The Passenger, which opens at ENO on Monday. Interestingly, I've been hearing Weinberg's name for years from my various Russian musician friends who from time to time all let fly with minor rants about what a terrific composer he was and how ridiculous it is that we never hear his works. But if anything can put him on the map, where he should be, it is this: an opera evoking reminiscences of Auschwitz. David Pountney talks to me about why
The Passenger can do this when others can't, and we trace the history of Weinberg and ask why he is the composer that time forgot.
Today I am going to meet Zofia Posmysz, author of the largely autobiographical novel on which the opera is based....
The trailer proves that we're in for quality music very much a la Shostakovich: