Living (with) wrong expectations
The announcement of the performance begins with the words
Lucrezia Borgia, brewer of poisons, adulteress and murderer, does her best to live up to an image of womankind created by men, and just as passionately she does whatever she can to find a new identity.
Having read this some time ago, knowing Donizetti and Hugo likewise had been reason enough to make sure that I sit right now in the Nationaltheater while passing Munich on a longer trip across the continent, joining for Lucrecia Borgia.
Of course, there is at least an indirect statement going hand in hand with this: this attempt, this striving to adapt to expectations has a perverse effect – we may see B, the letter, as matter of base, in the understanding of a foundation. But Lucrecia Borgia, with her attempt of living up to expectations of others, having lost her genuine own orientation and identity, apparently lost exactly this: the B. Look at the name – see what remains without it ….