Fanciulla is my favorite Puccini opera, but it shocked me the first
time I saw it. It really made me wonder if Spanish people groan at
Carmen or if the Japanese roll their eyes at Butterfly, because
Puccini manages to cram in every embarrassing stereotype imaginable in
the first act of the opera. Before the action even gets rolling, he
brings out every possible Wild West cliche in a series of vignettes
that seem to go on forever. Someone's caught cheating at poker. The
mail arrives and everyone excitedly reads their letters from home. A
woman reads from the Bible. A minstrel sings a tune. Someone gets
homesick. Everyone wants "Whisky, Jack!" Wells Fargo, cigars, red
Injuns, apple pie. Oh brother!
But it has Puccini's best music and a beautiful ending. And once you
get over how ridiculous all the Yankee-pleasing cliches worthy of an
1890's postcard are, you kind of warm to it. The parts that aren't
campy, goofy fun are effective drama.
REP