I think it’s going to be more violin music this weekend, some string quartets and either a Handel opera or Strauss’s Salome. (Every so often I go to the library and notice something on the DVD shelves that I never saw before – people appear to hoard things for months. Among other things, we’ve got Adams’s Doctor Atomic! Looking forward to that, one of these days. Sometimes I wonder who makes the purchasing decisions, though. We have three different versions of Verdi’s Macbeth, but no Don Carlos; the Maria Stuarda is dubbed; while DVDs of Tosca are perhaps best described as belligerent and numerous, I have yet to lay eyes on a Clemenza di Tito. Finally, according to the catalog, somewhere in the system there is a production of Gluck’s Iphigenie en Tauride from the Opernhaus Zurich directed by Claus Guth, but I have yet to locate it. Where is it? It’s neither checked out nor on the rack, which may mean it has passed onward into the gray limbo of library items usually termed “not on shelf” but which may be more accurately tagged as WHO THE FUCK KNOWS.)
On the other hand, we’ve got two (two!) copies of the Glyndebourne Giulio Cesare, which is definitely a good thing.
And then there is the person who – I have discovered over the past several months – has plucked the booklets from at least two DVDs of baroque French opera. I guess I shouldn’t assume it’s the same person, or even that it was on purpose. But the idea that there is somewhere in my vicinity a compulsive opera booklet thief is too good to pass up.