Review by Booklist Review
*Starred Review* About midway through Morrison's charming and astonishingly detailed history of Moscow's Bolshoi Ballet, he states that the art mattered, in a way that, arguably, ballet has never mattered anywhere else. Given the robust thoroughness of this book, Morrison may find no one who will argue this point. From its earliest days, through Napoléon's invasion, the reigns of czars and czarinas, Moscow burning more than once, and the Cold War, the Bolshoi Theater, founded in 1776, has survived and flourished. The Bolshoi's dancers, ballets, and composers, its administrators and detractors and supporters all are tantalizingly depicted here, including the evolution of Swan Lake, the Chinese denunciation of pigtails in The Red Poppy, and the twenty-first-century, $680-million-plus renovation of the Bolshoi Theater. Balletomanes will drool and sigh, music lovers will be fascinated (sadly, not everyone got a fair shake: Brilliant Soviet composers would be censored, their careers threatened along with their lives), and lovers of Russian history will gain fresh insights. Morrison notes that, despite the supposed deaths of classical music, opera, and ballet, all endure. A riveting history of a besieged, globally significant ballet company.--Kinney, Eloise Copyright 2016 Booklist
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
A sweeping, grandly intriguing story at the interface of art and power.The Bolshoi Theater Ballet, writes Morrison (Music/Princeton Univ.; Lina and Serge: The Love and Wars of Lina Prokofiev, 2013), is the most Russian of the nations cultural institutions and the ballet the most Russian of its arts. A corps de ballet as old as the United States, the Bolshoi has not always been so exalted, particularly in its opening years. Early on, a curious Englishman named Michael Maddox, who had talked his way into the royal household as a tutor and then improvised an existence for himself as an impresario, catering to a public in search of amusement, took what would eventually become the state-endorsed theater on the beginning of a bumpy ride. As Morrison chronicles with wry delight, Maddox was not the first outsider to have sway over the Bolshoi. Though one ingnue complained that the Russian Revolution was terrible because it interrupted the work of the ballet school three whole weeks, it also brought a humorless Soviet functionary named Elena Malinovskaya, stern, stout, and flush-faced from nicotine, to the helm, and the Bolshoi would begin to produce earnestly didactic works such as Spartacus. Even though Aram Khachaturian distanced himself from his own composition, the Bolshoi has since revived it and other Soviet-era works, even if critics sniff that the productions are for tourists as souvenirs of Russian-Soviet exoticism. Morrison frames his story, always readable and brimming with curious anecdotes, with the recent, newsworthy acid attack on artistic director Sergei Filin, a strange episode that exposed not just clashes of individual personalities, but also competing views of what the Bolshoi should be, some of which may have emanated from inside the walls of the neighboring Kremlin. A must for ballet buffs. Not the last word on the Bolshoi, but a look backstage that is both lively and learned. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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