Deirdre Kelly. Ballerina: Sex,
Scandal, and Suffering Behind the Symbol of Perfection.
Vancouver: Greystone Books, 2012.
Shades of my
distant past demanded I check this out since I was not very up to
date on names and events in the world of dance. The book is not a
history of ballet; numerous others have done that. Kelly concentrates
mainly on the suffering, so familiar even to short-term
students, yet taken for granted, that it seems odd someone should
have to write a book to tell about it. It's all about sacrifice,
pain, and endless physical labour from a young age. And nowadays, a
career ends in one's early 30s.
Clearly Kelly
undertook major research to delve behind the image of the airy,
untouchable ballerina goddess. She traces the public and private
lives of some famous figures from the 17th to the 21st century to
illustrate her point: the stage persona could not be more different
from the real person. In the early days it was a given that most
ballerinas of merit were available as courtesans, and indeed, only
their wealthy patrons provided them with any kind of security.
Performance payment was so pitiful (a situation continuing to the
late 20th century), their lesser acknowledged sisters turned to plain
prostitution. Kelly does a marvellous job showing how the ballerina's
image shifted over the centuries with technical achievement becoming
more and more demanding.
France originated
the concept of ballet and dominated it for two centuries, about half
the book's exploration. The author shows how domination of the art
then moved to Russia, and how the autocratic Russian-born Balanchine
of New York influenced the 20th century:
"Balanchine's preference for long-legged ballerinas with narrow hips, long arms, and small heads established a new feminine ideal in ballet so difficult to attain it sparked a global epidemic of eating disorders that persists, to a large degree, today.(111)
A photograph of
the great artiste and my favourite dancer, Evelyn Hart, speaks to
this plight louder than words.
Surprisingly
little mention is made of iconic British ballerinas. And while I
would have liked more about development of various schools of dance
technique, Kelly sticks appropriately to her stated study of
lifestyle and health.
V.L. McDermid. Hostage to Murder.
London, UK: HarperCollins Publishers, 2003.
This pocketbook
edition travelled with me to North Africa and back without getting
beyond page 4 through no fault of its own. Luckily and happily, the
long flights provided distractions of their own so nodding off over a
book propped on your food tray was unnecessary. But I have to say, Oh
Dear. Methinks I should not have gone back that far to savour earlier
McDermid. Giving it the benefit of a doubt, Hostage might have
been one of those occasional off-par efforts that happen when a
series (Lindsay Gordon, girl journalist) is involved. Or it might
reflect a more personal side of the author. There's little to
captivate the investigative mind. McDermid has basically crafted a
love story. Sorry, not what I came for.
Iris Johansen. The Search.
New York: Bantam, 2000.
Another relative
oldie (not to disparage gap-fillers from the in-house library between
bestseller waits). Dogs would not be found on my bucket list of world
fascinations let alone mystery/crime reading pleasure, but some
(vaguely recalled on my part) series characters beckoned. New to me
was Sarah, an experienced search and rescue operative with her Golden
Retriever Monty. Logan the mysterious millionaire appears from
something I'd read previously. Not to worry, it's a stand-alone with
satisfactory leaps of plotting, especially locales. Not precisely a
thriller, but engaging characters. Sentiments of the above McDermid
review notwithstanding, this particular novel develops a more than
satisfactory romantic tension between the two leading figures.
Maybe I should
worry. When I look up Johansen's intensely prolific output, Sarah
and Logan sadly do not seem to appear again. Their friend Eve Duncan,
forensic anthropologist, seems to claim most of the author's creative
attention. No, I won't worry. Eve and her ongoing tortuous
relationships look just as complicated and absorbing as any mystery
lover requires.
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