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3 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
A highly recommended biography of an unique personality, 11 Mar 2002
What most of us recall about the dancer Isadora is her tragic death, strangled by her own shawl as it caught around the wheels of her car. This solidly meticulously biography, however, charts her immense influence on modern dance and her effect upon the various artistic movements of her times. Isadora Duncan (1877-1927) was born in San Francisco. Her mother struggled to raise her four children when their father deserted them. Isadora began to dance as a child, but not in the accepted form: she always despised ballet and what she saw as tortured, unnatural movements. No film exists of her dancing, and very few photographs. The author struggles to convey the expressive, free-form dance, not just interpreting music but bringing its emotion to life, which held spell-bound thousands of people while not at all impressing others. She danced bare-foot and -legged under filmy Grecian-style drapes at a time when 'nice' women didn't show so much as an ankle, but it is not good enough to say, as one national newspaper recently did, that it was this titillation that packed in the audiences. At 18, with $25 in her pocket, she moved east and joined Augustin Daly's prestigious stage company, but by the time she was 21 she was established in New York, appearing in concerts and private salons. In 1899, she set out for Europe, where she became hugely successful, travelling widely, including into Russia. There, the classical ballet had fallen upon hard times and Isadora's regime-free style captivated artists, dancers, and musicians. She took lovers as and when she liked, had some disastrous affairs, two children (both drowned with their nurse in the Seine when the car they were in rolled into the water); drank too much, got very fat, earned enormous sums and lost them, gathered up children and set up dance schools for them - run by her sister - and generally careered chaotically all over North and South America and Europe, to wild applause and quite a lot of moral condemnation. Isadora talked non-stop about dance, about her beliefs, of how the whole world must learn to dance. Interestingly, adult women who attempted to copy her, thinking that her graceful movements must be easy because Isadora made them look easy, soon found that this was not so. (She was also widely copied by professional performers; one such was the ill-fated Mata Hari). She controlled every muscle in her face and body, just as she could control vast audiences while apparently barely moving more than a finger at a time, against a plain background of blue curtains. So Isadora is a puzzle: the author has produced an excellent, very interesting and definitive biography, filled with her own quotations, without ever quite capturing her basic essence. Probably no one could. Isadora was unique. Highly recommended.
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