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The Esmeralda Motif: Why Alan Menken’s Score Works

By Amelia Awan

Ever since I read the book, I have always hated the English translation of its name.  

“The Hunchback of Notre Dame”, while being a fitting title for many adaptations of the story  (including the Disney film and subsequent musical which  I am about to discuss), is not at all a  good descriptor of a book in which Quasimodo is arguably a supporting character at best.  Needless to say, this is not the original title of the novel. In 1831, Victor Hugo published a novel  simply called “Notre-Dame de Paris”, or in English, “Our Lady of Paris”. Having read the book, I  think that this is a perfect title for this piece. Not only does it refer to the dozens of pages dedicated to describing the monumental cathedral, but it also refers to Esmeralda. Referring to Esmeralda as  “Our Lady” not only puts her in the spotlight as the central character of the piece, but it also beautifully showcases how the narrative treats her just as a character: not as her own person,  but as a MacGuffin of sorts that each of the male characters wants to gain in some way;  she’s our lady.  

As much as the story of the musical changed from its original source material, Esmeralda’s role  in this regard is one thing that is conserved perfectly. Alan Menken is a composer who is known for his use of leitmotifs, a word which here means “a melody that is associated with a character or place in the story”. Most of the main characters have their own leitmotifs that they sing themselves throughout the musical; Quasimodo has his melody at the start of Heaven’s Light,  Phoebus has Rest and Recreation (a melody that exists purely as a leitmotif without text in the  original film), and Frollo gets pretty much the rest of them. When one looks at Esmeralda’s  songs, there doesn’t really seem to be any common link between them; even Esmeralda’s most famous song, “God Help The Outcasts”, wasn’t used as any kind of basis for any of her other  songs. The “Someday” motif, when it is sung, is mainly used to represent innocence and hope  more generally rather than Esmeralda herself, hence why we see it most often sung by the  choir rather than any of the cast.  

However, Esmeralda does have a leitmotif, it’s just not sung by her. The Esmeralda motif is first  shown in Rest and Recreation, in an otherwise forgettable section of the song where Clopin  welcomes her to Paris. The relevance of this motif comes back in full stride in the finale of Act 1, which is itself titled “Esmeralda”, and this time, the melody is sung angrily by the soldiers  (including Phoebus himself!) and then later by the soldiers with Frollo. At no point in her own  song does Esmeralda actually sing anything. The next time it occurs, just before the finale, it is  sung by Frollo, further cementing this idea of Esmeralda being ours; at this moment in time,  Frollo still believes Esmeralda to be his, as a feat that he has to reckon with, and that he is better off having accomplished this “feat”. The Esmeralda motif never appears after this moment.  Esmeralda is a much stronger and better written character in the musical than she is in the  novel, but her role as “Our Lady” still shines through. It is worth mentioning that the Esmeralda motif is sung by every character who falls in love with her (and also Clopin), with the notable  exception of Quasimodo. This is because Quasimodo’s affections for Esmeralda are deliberately painted as differently as possible from Frollo’s lust for her; there is a very good reason why  Heaven’s Light and Hellfire happen in immediate succession from each other (and of course,  the names of the respective songs are no coincidence). I would not say that the musical’s  choice to retain some elements of the book and some elements of the film is always done as well as possible. However, the decision to have the Esmeralda motif always be sung by her suitors and never by Esmeralda herself is the perfect addition to this story. The motivic  complexity of the musical, along with the precision of the choices made in this leitmotif  specifically make Menken’s score a true work of art, and a perfect embodiment of Esmeralda’s  role in the story.

Photo Credit – Alessandro Dobici

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Reflections at Yule this Year

by Amelia Awan

It was the busiest it had been in years.
I walked up there with one of my closest friends, caked in the mist that had surrounded us since our car journey there. It made the stone circle seem slightly more magical. My friend kept pointing out water droplets, imperfect rocks, branches. They have such a good eye for this type of thing. We immediately parted once we got to the stone circle; I to reflect on prayer, my friend to do some sketching. We both knew the drill by now.


I tied my mandala on the branch of the Wishing Tree. I had made it in a rush 10 minutes before we left the house. Maybe next year I’ll have more time to make something better, something more special. I overheard somebody explaining the Wishing Tree to somebody else, and she specifically pointed me out. “That lady is tying a note on the tree,” she said. I’m so happy to be perceived as an adult.


I walked to the middle of the stone circle. Nobody shouted at me, much to my relief. My eyes alighted to the familiar sight of the fruit left in the middle of the circle as offering. I layed out orange slices in a circle around the rind, trying (and failing) to set it alight. I lit my incense, and crouched next to it for about 10 minutes, once again staring at the circles rising from it. It’s all circles, really. At the end of the day. The earth is a circle, the sun is a circle, the moon is a circle, smoke rises in a circle. Time is a circle.


Sitting next to my incense stick, I confess I did get distracted. A man said to his partner “you need to walk round the circle for good luck. I’m making my own rituals now.” He said it in jest, but I thought it was so beautiful. There were some people burning what looked like sage on the far end of the circle. Several people were there with their dogs. It’s so beautiful how everyone got something different out of it, how everyone came from a different place. I walked back to the Wishing Tree, away from my incense stick: I knew it would continue burning. As I was tying some pieces of string onto the tree, I saw a man on the other side, looking at my mandala. We caught each others eyes. We smiled at each other. I’ll never see him again.

Image Credit – Toby Dossett