B Plus: Dancing for Mikhail Baryshnikov at American Ballet Theatre: A Memoir | 
so-soOn ballet details and the politics of a ballet company, it‘s a pick. But on self loathing, arrogance, and blatant homophobia, it‘s a pan. Seriously, asshole, you don‘t get to throw queer around unless you are, and the other homophobic slurs and persistence in reaffirming your heterosexuality were tiresome. The writing was good, but every chapter smacked of “oh poor me, nobody paid attention to me”. Read Toni Bentley‘s Winter Season instead.
An amazon find when I was looking for something else. Excited to start this because most of my dance bio reading has been about NYCB, with the exception of Gelsey Kirkland‘s Dancing on my Grave; that was an entirely inappropriate gift for a nine year old, no matter how ballet-obsessed or how advanced a reader (I never told my father that Kirkland‘s autobiography scared the crap out of me). Anyway, diving into this before my 4 pm phone meeting.
