Tag: 03.05.01

In 23 years writing about dance for the New Yorker, Arlene Croce was a strong voice. “Unlike many dance critics covering a beat, Croce did not write to be liked, or even to be rewarded by her employers. She wrote to be read. She could not be predicted or controlled, and, combined with her intellectual talent and her rhetorical genius, the result could be explosive in senses either exciting or terrifying, depending on whether the reader is on the sidelines of the action or the target of it.” The New Republic

“In the sixties, modern dance, like the other arts, took a turn toward conceptualism. Music, stories, stars – all the things that could draw you into an illusion, make you lose yourself in the show – were banished. The result was cleansing, but it was also a dead end.” Twyla Tharp was one of those who brought us back from all that. The New Yorker