Collusion: Memoir of a Young Girl and Her Ballet Master pdf epub mobi txt 电子书 下载 2026

Amazon.com While her peers "went out on dates， talked to one another on the phone at night， listened to Greatest Hits，" the prize-winning author of this refreshingly honest memoir was "listening to Chopin， Czerny， Scriabin， and Tchaikovsky surging through the humid， resin-filled air of the ballet studio." At the age of 12， Evan Zimroth submitted to the punishing regime of a latter-day Svengali who pushed her into a life of self-denial and physical torture. This demanding and temperamental Russian， a legendary dance master， also took a psychological hold over her， and a disturbing erotic bond was forged between tutor and pupil. The bruising affair dominated Zimroth's teenage years， but she writes about it without rancor. It was only after "F" (as she calls the man throughout the book) died that she felt able to write the story; it is imbued with the wisdom of hindsight and told in wonderfully supple prose. Zimroth writes of the punishment meted out to her on a regular basis--"F" would lash her with a cane--and the rewards--slices of blood-stained cheese that he would feed into her mouth--that she would endure without ever losing her poise. Her psychological acuity is astounding， and anyone who reads this--balletomane or not--will be gripped by Zimroth's lucid exploration of obsession. --Lilian Pizzichini， Amazon.co.uk From Publishers Weekly Novelist and poet Zimroth (Gangsters) recounts her days as an adolescent ballet student and her masochistic relationship with her teacher， F.， a famous Russian dancer. The story itself is compelling. F.'s treatment of Zimroth alternates between special kindness (taking her into his office to show her photographs of himself as a young dancer) and particular cruelty (F. hits Zimroth with his cane hard enough to leave bruises). Even without a demanding， often physically abusive instructor like F.， serious early ballet study comes off sounding painful and self-punishing: Zimroth describes how to break in pointe shoes and confesses that for years she kept her first pair?caked on the inside with dried blood?as a souvenir. The book's weakness lies in its lack of factual explanation. When Zimroth was 13， her parents insisted on pulling her out of ballet school because of her poor grades. When she reported this to F.， he told her she would have to choose between him and her parents. Zimroth chose her teacher but doesn't explain how she got around her parents' original demand. In a similar vein， Zimroth uses a disturbing yet unconvincing framing device in which she compares her relationship with F. to a sexual experience (confusingly， she introduces this as a rape， then immediately recants). Still， Zimroth's memoir is an interesting backstage look at the seamier side of an art form， and it raises interesting questions about artists and mentors and the personal price of success. Copyright 1998 Reed Business Information， Inc. See all Editorial Reviews