Marion Boyars, 238 pp., $27.50
I first saw Merce Cunningham in a dance class at Bennington College in the summer of 1941, a period that now seems to me as remote as that of the Napoleonic wars. Martha Graham (in whose company he then danced) kindly allowed me to watch classes. I was at the Bennington School of the Arts for the summer, having received a fellowship to write a dance drama whose quality may be judged from the only line I now remember: 'I hear pianos dipping into silver something.' The last word eludes me. Polish? Threads among the gold?
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