I’ve written about Dame Ethel here before. I always liked her music and was a champion of her stuff before it was cool. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I find her Serenade in D, a symphony in all but name, more rewarding than anything written in the form by either of her near-contemporaries, Parry or Stanford. What’s even more remarkable is the range of her development, that the same composer who wrote the Serenade in 1890 (when she was already 32), a big-hearted, Brahmsian creation full of great tunes, arrived at her last, meditative symphony, “The Prison,” as much an oratorio or cantata for vocal soloists and orchestra, in the ruminative manner of Mahler, in 1930.
This is not a bad article, even if the slant makes her out to be more of a battle-axe than she really was. Yes, she was determined (as she had to be), and yes, she busted out some windows, but in between she was just trying to live a happy, fulfilling life like the rest of us. Unquestionably Smyth had lesbian inclinations (most of her lovers were women), but there’s no way in hell she would have described herself as “defiantly queer.” One of the things I find so annoying these days is how everyone, whether specialist or person on the street, seems hellbent on interpreting the past through the lens of the present. Hence, we get the front-loaded insinuation about Smyth’s allegedly bigoted views, as an English citizen whose consciousness was formed during the height of the Victorian era. I just read her memoirs a month or two ago, and trust me, she was not a repugnant, malicious person in any respect.
Ironically, this preoccupation with snap judgments and pigeonholing is the very thing that limited Smyth during her career as a “lady composer.” It’s as misguided as the now seemingly ensconced practice of updating with lurid productions operas composed generations ago, in an attempt to make them seem more “relevant” to the present. If the music and the story and the overall effect truly are timeless, is it really necessary to make everything look like a New Jersey rest stop? If you wonder what I’m ranting about, see the stills from the recent Glyndebourne production of Smyth’s “The Wreckers” at the link (by clicking on the BBC photo below).
I’m grateful that Dame Ethel is getting so much attention now after decades of comparative neglect. I suppose there is a pendulum effect in any revolution, and there is usually a period of overcompensation before things start to swing back, but I long for the day that artists of all backgrounds are finally accepted for their inherent worth, without having to over-politicize everything. I love Smyth for the beauty of her music, not because she was “defiantly queer” or “problematically bigoted.” Hopefully in a few decades, none of this will mean anything. We’ll have learned from history and evolved, and finally we can get back to experiencing the music.
Serenade in D
“The Prison”
“The Wreckers Overture” (conducted by Smyth)



