Turandot – A Story of Redemption

One of my favourite operas – if not my actual favourite – is Turandot.  Inspired by the Persian fairy tale Turan-Dokht, it was Giacomo Puccini’s swansong, left unfinished at his death and completed by Franco Alfano.

There is something profoundly different about Turandot – a kind of power that is absent from Puccini’s other works.  Something absolute and overwhelming.  Tosca grabs you by the gut, La Bohème captures your heart, but Turandot – at least for me – bewitches you, then capsizes you.

716hZ5fNWzL.Image._My mother had a 1959 recording, with Birgit Nilsson in the title role, Jussi Bjoerling as Calaf, and Renata Tebaldi as Liù  Six heavy records in a square cardboard box with the picture of a fierce-looking, scary Chinese dragon on the cover.  I do not know how this opera found its way onto our record shelf.  I do not remember anyone else in the family ever listening to it, beside myself.  I have a blurred memory of my mother sitting on the Persian rug, libretto spread open beside her, telling me, “… but Turandot says to her father, the Emperor of China, ‘I know the name of the Stranger.  His name is Love.’”

I must have been nine or ten.

On many an afternoon, I would stack the records on our Phillips record player, and hold my breath in anticipation as the sapphire landed on the edge of the glossy black disc.  No matter how many times I heard it, that solemn sweep of the opening notes and the subsequent rhythmic chords, never failed – and still never fails – to hit me right in the centre of my chest.  A Mandarin reads out an edict to the people of Peking.  Princess Turandot will marry the prince of royal blood who will solve the three riddles she sets him.  However, should he fail, then, as the moon rises in the sky, his head will fall on the executioner’s block.  And so exiled Prince Calaf, his blind father and their devoted slave girl, Liù, arrive in Peking to witness the execution of the hapless Prince of Persia, little more than a boy.


Turandot is the icy maiden, the embodiment of cruelty.  She takes pleasure in shedding blood.  Her beauty lures men to madness and death, since no one can solve her riddles.  Although the opera concludes with a marriage and love triumphant, this is not a happy ending, for it comes at a heavy cost.  To conquer Turandot, Prince Calaf loses his father’s love, and sees Liù make the ultimate sacrifice.  As Turandot declares her love for Calaf, it is very difficult to believe in her sincerity.  As my friend Sue says, “If I were Calaf, I’d have her killed straight after the wedding, before she has a chance to get me! You don’t seriously believe she can ever change, do you?”

Like my friend, I always felt the ending to be contrived.  For one thing, I always disliked Calaf.  He is so overwhelmed by Turandot’s beauty, that he becomes utterly selfish.  He cares little for the wellbeing of his blind father, and fails to see true, selfless love in Liù.  A man who will smash anything and anyone who stands in the way of his desire.

Blinded by love, Calaf strikes the baleful gong in the public square, announcing his intention to contend for the Princess’s hand.  Even the old Emperor cannot dissuade him.  Turandot appears, and sets the three riddles.  Calaf puts fear in her heart from the start, because she sees in his eyes the glow of impending triumph, the hand of destiny.  She knows that he sees her, through her.  When he solves her riddles, she falls prey to panic, recants on her vow, and begs her father not to give her to the stranger.  At this point, Calaf performs an act of generosity.  He sets Turandot a riddle of his own.  “Guess my name,” he says.  “Guess it by sunrise, and I shall die.”  And so the people of Peking are kept awake all night, whilst soldiers and guards search for the stranger’s name.  His name, Turandot’s only hope of escape.  Only Liù admits to knowing that name, but she takes the secret away with her to her death.

Yes, Turandot is cruel – but she has a backstory, which she tells us in her aria In questa reggia.  A backstory that goes back generations, to gentle Princess Lo-u-Ling, who reigned in peace and joy until her kingdom was conquered  in war.  The invader then raped and murdered Lo-u-Ling, her terrified scream echoing through the land.  It is Lo-u-Ling’s angry, humiliated soul that lives again in Turandot, and seeks revenge.  Revenge, or a settling of accounts.  Turandot/Lo-u-Ling cannot believe in love, since her memory is that of pain.  And so, she sets love riddles, hurdles, and tests, unable to emerge from a past of horror until the lesson is learnt, and order restored.  Only, this order can be restored with love, and not revenge.  It is Calaf’s destiny to put a stop to this cycle of destruction and self-destruction, and begin a cycle of rebuilding, of nurturing and of creativity.  Trapped in her pattern of distrust, Turandot is deeply afraid of change.  In a way, Calaf’s love exorcises the demons that have kept her prisoner for centuries, and sets her free.  Moreover, it is Liù that shows her what love is.  As the slave girl is tortured, the princess asks, “What gives your heart so much strength?”

“Princess, ‘tis love,” replies Liù.

“Love?” echoes Turandot in the same musical phrase, in disbelief, for she does not know what it is.  Love, in her memory, is nothing but pain and she is puzzled by what she sees in Liù.

450px-MaiNessun As a romantic love story, Turandot is as flawed as it is unsatisfying.  It does not add up.  Look at it as a story of destiny, redemption, accounts settled and order restored, though, and it suddenly makes perfect sense.  It is all in the libretto by Giuseppe Adami and Renato Simoni.  Once you know that, you realise Puccini’s music has been telling you that all along.

Scribe Doll

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18 Responses to Turandot – A Story of Redemption

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  2. Eric Marsh says:

    I agree about the ending but it’s opera after all. The story is just an excuse for the music. Incidentally we saw the Gozzi play in Porto Portugal a few months ago.

  3. The series is bodice-ripping and sensationalist and that has to be built on speculation, because beyond friendship–as history records—Leonardo kept his private life secret. His sexuality has been the subject of satire, analysis, and speculation. This trend began in the mid-16th century and was revived in the 19th and 20th centuries, most notably by Sigmund Freud.

    One episode from the series covered this and probably took liberates doing it—-“Court records of 1476, when he was aged twenty-four, show that Leonardo and three other young men were charged with sodomy in an incident involving a well-known male prostitute. The charges were dismissed for lack of evidence, and there is speculation that since one of the accused, Lionardo de Tornabuoni, was related to Lorenzo de’ Medici, the family exerted its influence to secure the dismissal. Since that date much has been written about his presumed homosexuality and its role in his art, particularly in the androgyny and eroticism manifested in John the Baptist and Bacchus and more explicitly in a number of erotic drawings.”

      • I must admit that I’m hooked on the series, and now I’m reading the history of his life on-line discovering that the Medici family that ruled Florence supported him as a patron in his early years. He even lived in their house for five years and joined the family at the diner table. The conflict between the Pope and the head of the Medici family is portrayed in almost every episode as they plot against each other to the point where the Vatican and the Medici family went to war with armies battling it out in the field. The outline of the series is all there in the actual history. The intimate details are obviously fiction but the backdrop of the history that supports that fiction is based on fact.

  4. I’ve read enough to know that China’s literature tends to follow a similar tortured path. Traditional Chinese literature doesn’t parallel what many readers demand in the United States demand—a fantasy world that almost always ends well..

    • Scribe Doll says:

      Except that Turandot isn’t an authentic Chinese tale but a Persian one… with a heavy dose of Italian opera :–)

      • Now that is quite a mix. Persian-Chiense with a strong dose of Italian. LOL

        For many years, the government of the People’s Republic of China forbade performance of Turandot because they said it portrayed China and the Chinese unfavorably—I know that means anything that might be seen as negative.

        On that note, I’m watching Da Vinci’s Demons, Season 1 on DVD, and that is an eye opener. I wonder how historical accurate the writers are. I know they are taking liberties with the personal lives of the characters—-that can’t be helped, but what about the background history?

      • Scribe Doll says:

        Haven’t seen it – but I find the title alone rather off-putting, and the fact that there are several “Seasons” suggests one of those bodice-ripping, sensationalist, conspiracy-filled, pseudo-esoterric yarns… But of course I could be totally wrong!

  5. Anna says:

    A wonderful rendering of the plot and sense in just a few words. Gorgeous scenes from the opera! Thank you, Katia.

  6. Liz Stanford says:

    Ah! I have the Turandot picture hanging in my house as well as La Bohème but I am very fond of Turandot which I have seen twice at the Puccini festival at Torre del Lago on Lake Massacucoli. It reaches parts of my soul that other operas do not. Thank you for reminding me of it!

  7. I am an opera fan too, and I’ve seen a live production of Turandot, but it was very avant-garde, and I must confess to being bewildered both by the traditional and the modern choices. You’ve helped make some of the aspects of it a little clearer. Thanks. For me, Verdi is the one, almost anything by Verdi, I assume, because so far I’ve liked every Verdi that I’ve seen. “Rigoletto” with Placido Domingo in the title role is one of my favorites.

  8. Thanks for sharing the wonderful story. Tebaldi’s voice is beautiful, even in this seasoned recording.

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