Archives for 2004

I thought you might enjoy knowing what a week in the life of a freelance writer, i.e., me, is like:

(1) My Balanchine book is due April 1. I have a chapter and a half left to write.

(2) Between now and then, I also have to write and file two Wall Street Journal drama reviews, my Washington Post column, and three other pieces.

(3) On April 2, I hop on a plane, ready or not, and fly south to see (what else?) some ballet in Raleigh, N.C.

In short, I hear that train a-comin’, it’s rollin’ round the bend… but all will be well, and all manner of things will be well. I think. I hope. Gulp.

Needless to say, I’m not likely to be posting a whole hell of a lot during the next week and a half, but I do promise to make some sort of daily appearance in this space, however exiguous. A few of my colleagues linked to yesterday’s excerpt from the Balanchine book, suggesting approval thereof, so I imagine I’ll do the same thing once or twice more. To those of you who want to know what happened to Tanny Le Clercq, the book comes out in November. And to those of you who have already gotten your hands on early copies of A Terry Teachout Reader, I say…tell your friends!

“Robespierre and Saint-Just were ready to eliminate violently whole social strata that seemed to them to be made up of parasites and conspirators, in order that they might adjust this actual France to the Sparta of their dreams; so that the Terror was far more than is commonly realized a bucolic episode. It lends color to the assertion that has been made that the last stage of sentimentalism is homicidal mania.”

Irving Babbitt, Democracy and Leadership

“Lightning was a mad grin in the room, thunder a shudder over all the earth.”

Shirley Hazzard, The Transit of Venus

“I suppose I’m a believer in Original Sin. People are profoundly bad, but irresistibly funny.”

Joe Orton, quoted in the Manchester Guardian (September 19, 1966)

Another chapter done and polished, and I’m headed for bed. Yay!

I may try to post something more during the day, but if I don’t, it just means I’ve gotten a good start on Chapter Five.

Keep wishing me luck.

“Granted that in later life a man will have to learn to get along with other people–I learn with horror that the knack is now taught in high school as a ‘social study’–that is all the more reason there should be a period in his life when he has to get along with nobody but himself. It will be a sweetness to remember.”

A.J. Liebling, Between Meals: An Appetite for Paris

A reader writes:

While I have your attention, I will offer a correction to your Mencken biography. It is minor, but so jarring to this Baltimore resident that I
remember it after two years (and suspect, therefore, that some other
Baltimore resident has alerted you to it). It is your reference to
“riverside renovations” on page 20. Baltimore is not on a river, but on a
harbor; I assume that you meant to refer to Harborplace.

I sure did, and I can’t tell you how I cringed as I read this e-mail. That’s the kind of mistake that gives all biographers nightmares–not quite as horrible as inadvertent plagiarism, but plenty bad enough. Geography has always been one of my weaker suits (I actually made a similarly horrific directional mistake in a book I wrote about my own childhood), but of course that’s no excuse.

On the other hand, here’s the funny part: until now, nobody else noticed this error, in spite of the fact that The Skeptic sold well and was widely read in Baltimore, where I lectured twice about Mencken in the year and a half following its publication. Not only that, but I ran the manuscript of the passage in question by a close friend of mine who is a Baltimore native and has written with great acuity about the city and its people…and she didn’t notice it.

Proving what? I’m not sure, but I thought it’d amuse you. All proposed morals to this story will be read and appreciated.

Since I’m basically too busy to think about anything else, I thought you might like a taste of the chapter of my Balanchine book that I finished on Monday. It’s about Balanchine’s fourth wife, Tanaquil Le Clercq.

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It was Balanchine’s practice, if not his destiny, to fall in love not with creatures of flesh and blood but with fantasies of his own devising. Like most such romantic idealists, he was aroused by pursuit and disillusioned by capture, and no sooner did he marry his latest muse and capture her essence in a new ballet than he started looking elsewhere for inspiration. With Maria Tallchief, the gap between appearance and reality was especially wide, for she was no evanescent Osage sylph but a hard-working, hard-headed professional who scrubbed her own floors and played poker after hours with the men of the company. “I don’t need a housewife,” Balanchine complained to a close friend. “I need a nymph who fills the bedroom and floats out.” It wasn’t long before he found one, right under his nose.

Long-legged and long-necked to the point of gawkiness, with delicately chiseled features and a gamine smile, Tanaquil Le Clercq, known to all as “Tanny,” was a Balanchine ballet come to life. “Like a lean Giacometti, she reflected modern art,” wrote Allegra Kent, who danced with her in Balanchine’s Divertimento No. 15. Born in 1929, she was the first great dancer to have studied exclusively at the School of American Ballet, and by the time she made her professional debut in The Four Temperaments, she was fully formed. Tallchief enviously described her as “a coltish creature who still had to grow into her long, spindly legs. Those legs went on forever–it seemed as if her body could barely sustain them. She had the long, willowy look of a fashion model, dressed stylishly in long skirts and sweaters, and had a lovely presence….Tanny didn’t have a formal education, yet she was articulate, witty, and chic.” A few of her performances were filmed, and in them one can see “the scissor legs, the vehement energy, the regal spine, the expansive upper body, the wit, the chic, the joy in movement” to which her friend Holly Brubach paid tribute after Le Clercq’s death in 2000. Jerome Robbins fell in love with her at first sight, and for a while they were all but inseparable. Balanchine teamed them to memorably comic effect in Bourr