I am not a balletomane - far from it - but it didn't matter when I started to read "The Real Nureyev" I just couldn't put it down and was irritated by interruptions. It is brilliantly written by his one-time stage manager, with love and a desire to understand the strange Russian who leapt onto her London stage. Carolyn Soutar gives us a pretty complete picture (even, like the Emperor, without his clothes!) His too-early death did not deter her from her search for the real Rudi. She sought acros the world for his lovers, friends and fellow dancers and revived their memories. It is a voyage of discovery, a quest. And it is not necessary to know a pas de deux from a pirouette to enjoy the fun and intrigue of travelling to the end.