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looting and their faith. Mark has
been secretly lighting beacons
to warn ships off the rocks.
When the villagers discover
that a night of plundering has
been sabotaged by Mark and
Thirza, they condemn them to
death as “adulterers and traitors,”
imprisoning them in a sea cave
that fills with water at high tide.
As the waves rise, the lovers sing
their final duet, a bridal song: “Our
last ecstasy thy embrace, O sea!”
Bringing the opera to life
Smyth’s inspiration for the opera
had been a walking holiday in
Cornwall and the Isles of Scilly.
Here, she had heard tales of the
wreckers of old and of the religious
revival in 18th-century Cornwall led
by the founder of the Methodists,
John Wesley. A sea cave called
Piper’s Hole in the Isles of Scilly
had given her the idea for the cave
in which the lovers Thirza and Mark
meet their death. Her librettist, as
with her two previous operas, was an
old friend, Henry Brewster. The son
of a Bostonian father and English
mother, Brewster had been raised
in France and was more at ease
writing in French than in English,
so they decided that the libretto
would be in French, which Smyth
also spoke and wrote fluently. The
libretto was composed through
correspondence between Brewster
in Rome and Smyth in Surrey.
The music, meanwhile, was firmly
rooted in the German tradition.
Trained in Leipzig, as a composer
Smyth belonged to a lineage that
passed from Beethoven through
Brahms—whom Smyth, throughout
her life an avid social networker,
had known in Leipzig—to Mahler,
just two years her junior. With such
a clear Germanic background, the
influence of Wagner (himself born
in Leipzig) was inescapable,
despite Smyth once protesting,
“I never was, nor am I now, a
Wagnerite in the extreme sense
of the word.” The Wreckers shows
clear Wagnerian traces, such as
the rich orchestration, evoking the
coast and seascapes of Cornwall,
and the use of “leitmotifs”—musical
themes associated with particular
individuals and emotions. At the
same time, the drama has a marked
Between whiles I would lie
on the [Cornish] cliffs, buried
in soft pink thrift, listening to
the boom of the great Atlantic
waves against those cruel
rocks, and the wild treble
cries of the seagulls.
Ethel Smyth
Wreckers seize cargo from a ship
that has foundered on the Cornish
coast, in an etching from the 1822
book Scenes in England by the
Reverend Isaac Taylor.
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