A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
I’ve fallen in love with Rossini’s magnificently frivolous opera La Cenerentola (Cinderella). I was mooching round the La Scala Museum in Milan a few weeks ago, as you do, vaguely thinking, ‘that’s lovely music playing in the background’. Bought the CD, enduring mild snooting by my husband because it was the 1953 mono recording (tchah!), albeit by folks from Glyndebourne. It’s terrific! The music is twiddly, robust, rich, and packed with Italianate bravura thingies. (I know nothing about opera.) So enthused was I that I looked for a YouTube clip of those performers (none found), but I found this fab link to a very recent recording by a Russian company, starting with my favourite bit, ‘Noi Don Magnifico’, where the drunken father of Cinderella is singing in the garden at night with a support act of very strange men with fruit and flowers in their tricornes. I question the costume design; the wigs are atrocious; but the singing is sublime.