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Singing for me was a job. I don't miss it," legendary German mezzo-soprano Christa Ludwig told me in an interview in New York last week, where she was promoting her autobiography Christa Ludwig : In My Own Voice, an English translation of the German memoirs ...und ich ware so gern Primadonna gewesen, originally published in 1994. "Now I feel incredibly free to eat, talk and as much as I want," she smiles, and who could doubt such a candid confession from a singer who has always been admired for her frankness as much as for her vocal splendour?
Ludwig's book reflects her strong principles, high standards, wry sense of humour and eye for human foibles. Singers' autobiographies are rarely great works of literature. They tend to get bogged down in boring facts, embarrassing confessions, old vendettas, or self-glorifying anecdotage. Christa Ludwig strikes a happy medium, sketching the outline of her personal and professional life, with topical chapters on her favourite conductors, opera houses, and roles. She explains the mysteries of the voice, and dispenses plenty of wise advice to the young. "I wanted to write a book that would help young singers understand the business. Many of them think it's all glamorous, but it is not an easy career," she cautioned. Her own life bears that out. Born in Berlin in 1928 to a musical family, she grew up in Aachen where her father was a theatre manager, director and singer. Her mother was a mezzo who ruined her voice singing soprano parts, and gave up her career to coach her talented daughter. Christa made her professional opera debut in Giessen at 17 and learned her trade as a member of the Frankfurt Opera from 1946-1955. Her big break came in 1955 when conductor Karl Böhm invited her to debut at the Salzburg Festival and the Vienna State Opera. He became her mentor, despite the fact that she couldn't see his notoriously understated beat and had to depend solely on her ear. As Ludwig explained, her book avoids gossiping about her colleagues because "None of the stories are nice. I couldn't tell them." Nevertheless, she details Corelli's debilitating stage fright, Zinka Milanov's advice on menopause, Paul Schoffler's attempts to seduce her, and her own superstitious dependence on horoscopes. Singers' and conductors' vanity is one of Ludwig's favourite targets and she tells some wonderful stories. When Milanov heard that her rival Tebaldi had sprained her ankle jumping at the end of Tosca, Milanov trumpeted, "I always said Tebaldi couldn't sing Tosca!" When the retired diva Lotte Lehman was introduced in Salzburg to Ludwig after Ludwig sang the Marschallin (one of Lehman's great roles), the older woman said, "My dear, I congratulate you on your wonderful performance - in the Missa Solemnis." When Ludwig told the jealous Böhm that Karajan had invited her (a mezzo) to sing the demanding soprano role of Isolde, he hissed, "It's a criminal thing to ask ... but with me, you could sing it." Then there were the eccentrics, like accompanist Eric Werba, who insisted she had to wear red to sing Hugo Wolf songs, and blue or white for Schubert. Ludwig is refreshingly honest and non-judgmental about the highly charged sexual atmosphere of the opera house. When she first auditioned for the Vienna State Opera, she wore a revealing dress because, her mother told her, men "see first and hear second." Yet after a recital in a low-cut dress, she was abashed to get a postcard from an offended Catholic priest who advised her to "honour your body, because it is a holy shrine." Ludwig's early triumphs in trouser roles like Octavian in Der Rosenkavalier, the Composer in Ariadne auf Naxos, and Cherubino in Le Nozze di Figaro were almost against her will. She hated wearing the rubber Busenquetsche, or bosom crusher, to flatten her chest. "I was too curvy to play pants parts for American audiences, who prefer boys to look like boys, but Europeans find a girl playing a boy sexy," she explained. "Part of the appeal of [Der Rosenkavalier] lies in the spicy situation in which the two lovers are both played by women," Ludwig elaborates in her book. "In European countries, this is sometimes too well understood, and when I sang the role [of Oktavian], I received letters fairly often from lesbians who thought I was one of them." But for all the badinage, Ludwig seems to have regarded the opera world from a safe distance, with some distrust. "Colleagues are simply not friends," she concluded.
Ludwig's relations with men suffered from her memories of her macho, Nazi, philandering father who abandoned her mother in 1946 for a younger woman. As a singer, her parents' divorce was the best thing that could have happened to Ludwig, since her mother became her live-in companion, critic and coach. This freed Ludwig to concentrate on her art. But, for the next 40 years she was under her mother's control. Only when Ludwig was nearing 60 years of age, in 1988, did she have the strength to cut the maternal apron strings and fully devote herself to her second husband, French stage director Paul-Emile Deiber. Five years later, in 1993, the 94-year-old Mrs. Ludwig died. At last Christa was free to be her own woman. Today she lives near Cannes in the south of France, where, she says with deep spiritual contentment after a lifetime of struggle, "the sky is blue and the sea is bluer."
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