This post is not really about the opera Bliss, but an incidental thought brought on by it, in particular by the ending, over which I’ve been mulling. (What could have made it more satisfying in dramatic, theatrical terms? And has it been hindered by the structure of the novel?)
Anyhow. In the novel, Harry Joy has a way with stories, a certain rascally charm and a white-suited panache.
More important, he is killed – finally – when a log of wood falls on his head.
So does that make him a kind of Cyrano de Bergerac figure?
Cyrano is an opera as well, at least twice over that I’m aware of, but this one will do.