The Cranes Dance

The Cranes Dance

by Meg Howrey

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ISBN-13: 9780307949820
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/15/2012
Series: Vintage Contemporaries Original Series
Edition description: Original
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 284,628
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 7.82(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Meg Howrey was a professional dancer and actress. She currently lives in Los Angeles.

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I threw my neck out in the middle of Swan Lake tonight. Act III, to be precise. Everything up to that point had been going pretty well.
 
I’ve danced Swan Lake a lot. Actually, it was the first ballet I ever did with the company. My parents and my sister Gwen flew in from Michigan for my debut. I remember trying to describe my stage position so they would know where I was in the flock.
 
“I’ll know which one you are,” Mom said. “I’ll be holding my breath the whole time. And probably squeezing your father’s hand off!”
 
“Actually, the collective noun for swans is a wedge of swans,” Dad said. “Although that’s used when they are flying in a V formation. Otherwise it might be a bevy of swans. Or a herd.”
 
“Merde,” said Gwen, because that is what dancers say to each other instead of “break a leg.” Some dancers say “toi toi toi,” which is kind of an opera thing. I’ve always thought that was a little pretentious, but whatever works for you. The girl who had my dressing room before me was Jewish and she put up one of those mezuzah thingies on the doorway. She took it with her when she retired, but I still touch the strip of sticky tape that remains before going onstage. That isn’t about superstition, or religion. It’s about ritual. Well, maybe it’s about superstition because I did it the first time as a joke and that night I had a spectacular performance and so now I always do it.
 
I wasn’t having a spectacular night tonight, but it was clean. No real mistakes, everything neat and tidy. The first role of my evening—­one of the four Big Swans in Act II—­had gone well, despite Fumio dragging the tempi. That’s fine for Anne-­Marie, who was dancing Odette and likes things slow, but tough on the rest of us, who had to stand still and cramp through solos that felt like the length of the Old Testament. For Act III I was dancing the Polish Princess. That’s a solo, and it’s fairly action-­packed with pirouettes, but for some reason I find it less daunting than Big Swans. Maybe it’s the costume. For Big Swans I’m all in white: crisp feathered tutu, white tights, white pointe shoes, feathered headpiece. The whole thing just screams, “And now . . . SERIOUS BALLET: please be perfect.” Polish Princess gear has a knee-­length skirt that hides a multitude of sins, and it’s all flounces and furbelows. Jaunty little headgear. I feel like as long as I keep up a general air of “I am so HUGELY PSYCHED to be POLISH!” and avoid actually falling on my ass, I’m in the clear.
 
It occurs to me that maybe you don’t know what Swan Lake is all about. I haven’t assigned you a face or body, invisible audience member, let alone a background in the arts. Maybe you’ve never seen Swan Lake. Maybe you’ve seen it and you still don’t really know what happened because you dropped your program under the seat in front of you and didn’t want to scramble around for it in an ungainly fashion. Swan Lake, like all the major classical ballets, really needs program notes because otherwise you have to follow the plot points in ballet mime, and god knows those are truly undecipherable.
 
You’re familiar with the music though, right? At the very least you’ve heard it in a TV commercial for like, Mop & Glo or something, and seen that line of linked dancers in white feathered tutus clip-­clopping in pointe shoes across a sparkling floor? Dun-­dun-­dun-­DUN-­duddle dundundun, Dun-­dun-­dun-­DUN—­duddle dundundun. Tchaikovsky. I’m not being condescending. I try not to think about the fact that most people don’t ever go to the ballet, but I get that they don’t. I do get that.
 
So yes a synopsis might be in order, and if you know it already you can just nap for a bit. Most productions of Swan Lake don’t vary all that much from one another. There are one or two really funky versions out there, but those aren’t done by classical ballet companies. You can’t deviate too far in classical ballet or you’re no longer, well . . . classical. And it’s not like Shakespeare, where you can reset the whole thing in World War II, or a Mexican brothel, or something. Well you could, but the plotline won’t stand up under a whole lot of tinkering and we’ve got a subscription audience to satisfy. They want the Swan Lake they know and love, which by and large is the one that was done for the 1895 revival of the ballet by the choreographer Petipa and his ballet master, Ivanov. Sometimes an artistic director might change a few things or restage certain sections. Like Marius—­our current artistic director—­added a Prelude to our version.
 
The curtain rises on a nearly empty stage, with a backdrop of a lake and some boulders Stage Left leading up to a cave. Enter a young girl. She is wearing white and her hair is mostly down, so we know right away she is Young and Innocent. The girl dances dreamily by herself and all seems peaceful enough until suddenly a shadowy sort of caped figure emerges from the cave. It is the evil magician Von Rothbart. We know he’s a magician because he’s got the cape, and that he’s evil because underneath the cape his costume is this demonic rubbery sort of thing that Roger refers to as “Mein Von Goblin Wear.” Von Rothbart makes some gestures and a fog starts rolling in and darkness descends. The girl appears to lose her way in the mist. She does the big “I’m lost!” gesture: one hand in front of the face, taking tentative steps forward, peering around, etc. Von Rothbart slithers down from his boulders and makes more magic gestures, luring the girl into his arms. He swirls his cape around her, turns, and walks upstage, the cape billowing out in such a way that the girl is able to slip into the hydraulic trap and be replaced with another girl, this one in full Swan regalia: the stiff white tutu with the feathered bodice and headpiece. This is Odette, the ballerina we’ll watch for the rest of the evening. The other one was a girl in the corps with a wig on to match the hair color of whoever is dancing Odette that night. It’s the old switcheroo. (Be amazed by this bit of stage magic, okay? It’s not like we can pull anything off with CGI.)
 
So Von Rothbart reveals this magically changed creature and she beats her arms and tries to run away, but Von Rothbart is able to control her, and using more of his dastardly powers he summons onto stage two rows of women in white swan tutus who form a V and beat their arms in unison as the evil magician stands triumphant with the stricken Odette pressed against his Von Goblin Wear. Lights fall, curtain, end of Prelude.
 
The program notes will tell you that the evil magician has placed all these poor women under a curse and that they are condemned to be swans by day and women by night. Von Rothbart’s personal motivations for such malevolent behavior are not explained. You’re at the ballet. Deal with it.
 
Act I opens in the village green of an unspecified, vaguely German realm. We’re a little hazy on the time period too. It’s Days of Yore, I guess, in the yore when everyone in pseudo Germany wandered around their village green in nearly identical outfits. Ours have a slightly Renaissance Fair vibe to them, which I think is a mistake. The sleeves are too puffy and give all the girls man shoulders. Anyway, A Village Green Scene is standard issue for classical ballet, and if you’ve seen one circlet of peasant-­dancing hoo-­ha, you’ve seen them all. There’s a garland dance and a Maypole and a lot of people standing around fake clapping or pointing out to each other that other people are dancing in the middle of the stage. This kind of random milling about drives me NUTS, but honestly there just aren’t a lot of options. We can’t pretend like we’re talking to each other, because that would be weird and anti-­ballet. We don’t have props or activities like you see in plays or the opera—­that would take up stage space. So everyone just wanders around greeting each other with head nods if you’re a girl and shoulder thumping if you’re a guy, and then one person will indicate Center Stage like “Hey, did you see? There are people dancing! Isn’t that neat!” And the other person will make a gesture like “Yes! Dancing. It is happening there!”
 
So here we are in the Village Green of Wherever filled with people who like to greet each other maniacally every ten seconds and then in walks Prince Siegfried, Prince of the realm of Wherever. Siegfried is greeted by his best buddy, “Ivor” (sometimes he has a different name and sometimes he’s like a court jester, but in our version he’s Ivor, Friend to the Prince). Ivor gets the Prince interested in some of these wonderful Maypole high jinks, the crowning moment of which is a big pas de trois Ivor dances with two local girls. The Act I pas de trois is a nice featured part, and getting to dance one of the two girls in it is a sign that things are going well for you in the company and you might not have to spend your whole career as third bird from the left.
 
Swan Lake floats in and out of our repertoire, so it was two years after my debut before we did it again, this time on tour, and I was cast as one of the pas de trois girls. And even though Gwen had only been in the company for about five seconds at that point, she was cast as the other girl. Our parents came to Chicago to see us, along with our brother, Keith.
 
“So, are you sisters in the ballet?” he asked. “Is that like part of it?”
 
“We’re maidens,” I said. “Nameless maidens.”
 
“Everybody says we look like twins!” Gwen said. “But you’ll be able to tell us apart. The one dancing better will be Kate.”
 
Okay, so after the pas de trois between Ivor and the nameless maidens, Prince Siegfried dances a solo where he expresses (much jumping) his desire to find True Love. Then we have the appearance of the Prince’s mother, the Queen. Lots of fanfare and aggressive pointing by all the villagers: “Look, it’s the Queen! Hey, did you see? The Queen!” She’s usually played by some old-­timer—­a ballet mistress or a teacher. Galina Sukonova is our Queen, and possesses a whole repertoire of animatronic facial expressions. It’s a frightening thing up close, but good for those who can only afford seats in the top tiers. The Queen reminds Siegfried with some incomprehensible ballet mime that tomorrow is his twenty-­first birthday and he’s got obligations, like choosing a bride and getting married. The Prince sulks a bit at this, and makes the gesture for True Love: one hand to the breast, the other held aloft with the first two fingers extended. (You’re gonna want to scootch down and get that program for the explanatory notes on this action, because otherwise you might think that the Queen is telling her son that he needs to get a manicure and that Siegfried is responding by trying to hail a cab, or test current wind conditions.)
 
Siegfried cheers up when the Queen presents him with a nifty-­looking crossbow as a birthday present. Siegfried really loves his crossbow. He runs around stage with it, showing it to everybody Stage Left, and Stage Right, and then Stage Left again, just in case anybody Stage Left had their eyes closed. Basically eating up some music. Siegfried indicates to Ivor that he wants to go hunting RIGHT NOW, and Ivor indicates that night is falling and now’s not a great time for him. Siegfried impulsively decides to go anyway, and Ivor reluctantly follows him. End of Act I.

Reading Group Guide

The introduction, discussion questions, and suggested further reading that follow are designed to enhance your group’s discussion of The Cranes Dance, Meg Howrey’s searing novel about two sisters who reach the heights of the New York ballet world—and what it costs them to get there.

1. Why does Meg Howrey use the passage from Through the Looking-Glass as an epigraph for The Cranes Dance? In what ways is the quote thematically relevant to the novel?

2. Throughout the novel, Kate directly addresses her readers: “I haven’t assigned you a face or body, invisible audience member, let alone a background in the arts” [p. 4]. “You don’t know a goddamn thing, you’re just following the story like anyone else, right?” [p. 61]. “I like how quiet you are, which allows me to go on performing” [p. 91]. What is the effect of being addressed in this way? In what ways is Kate’s narrative a kind of performance? 

3. What kind of narrator is Kate? How does she regard herself and the story she’s telling?

4. Kate writes: “Sentences are trenches you can take cover in. They are not wildly comfortable. They are not bulletproof. But they can give you the illusion of safety” [p. 287]. Kate is clearly exposing much of her inner life in the novel. Is she also “taking cover” in her writing, or in the way she speaks with others?

5. What makes Kate and Gwen’s relationship so complex and challenging? How does Gwen’s absence—and lack of communication—affect Kate?

6. Meg Howrey was a highly accomplished dancer for many years and describes the experience of dancing, and the dancer’s life, with a remarkable vividness and authority. What are the daily stresses that high-profile dancers have to deal with? What aspects of being a dancer does Kate find particularly destructive? What aspects does she most enjoy?

7. In the tense, pivotal scene where Kate finds Gwen in the throes of her final breakdown, Gwen says, “You can’t help me. You don’t know how. You don’t know what I know. You can’t ever feel things the way I do. You are just pretending to be alive” [p. 342]. Is there any justice in Gwen’s accusations? Should Kate have acted more quickly, or differently, in response to her sister’s downward spiral?

8. Why does Kate feel compelled to keep dancing even though she’s suffering constant neck pain, has become a Vicodin addict, and has watched the stress of the dancer’s life gradually ruin her sister’s—and threaten her own—mental health? 

9. Kate frequently questions where the line between sanity and insanity lies. On p. 108, she writes: “You cut your food up in special ways, or you cut yourself, or paper dolls. You steal things or tell lies or speak to strangers in a Russian accent. You have sex with someone you love or with someone who gets you really drunk. You lie to your parents, your boyfriend, yourself, your therapist. You cheat on your homework or do other people’s homework for money. You get up, you take class, you rehearse, you perform, you go to bed. How do you decide which of these things are truly crazy and which are just being alive?” In what ways does the novel demonstrate how slippery the boundary is between “normal” and “crazy” behavior?

10. The Cranes Dance is a dramatic and often tense novel, but it is also refreshingly funny. What are some of the novel’s most comedic moments? How does humor affect the buildup of emotional tension?

11. What are the pleasures of reading a first-person, present-tense, highly subjective and distinctively voiced novel? How different would the novel have been if it had been told by an omniscient, third-person narrator?

12. Marius tells Kate: “Sometimes I think you are the only person in the room that understands what I’m saying. It’s why I keep you around, you know. As hard as it’s been to watch you diminish yourself” [p. 187]. How does Kate react to this statement? In what ways is she diminishing herself? What positive development does Marius’s statement foretell?

13. What drives Kate’s own spiraling mental instability? What stops her from following in Gwen’s footsteps?

14. In what ways are Kate’s friendships with the young dancer, Bryce, and the older company patron, Wendy, important? What qualities do they bring out in her? How do they affect the course of the novel?

15. Kate says that she doesn’t want a normal life, she wants an extraordinary life. What does the novel contribute to the long-standing debate about the relationship between insanity and creativity? Are extraordinarily talented and artistic people like Kate and Gwen inherently unstable, or fated to live tumultuous lives?

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not necessarily into ballet but well written and very interesting. I liked the honesty of the main character. Recommend.
Lackland More than 1 year ago
Written by a professional dancer, The Cranes Dance is the keenly observed story of Kate, a Soloist with an elite New York ballet company who is trying to survive the final weeks of a season that may make or break her career, or, for that matter, even end her life. Kate's voice is so charming and amusing, we believe her at first when she tries to convince us she's doing just fine despite all the stress she's under. But as she takes us on an authentically detailed, unsentimental but often wryly loving tour of her life as a dancer, we begin to suspect she's deceiving both us and herself, and that beneath her brave banter she's near to breaking. The life of a Soloist in an elite dance company is exacting and exhausting just in itself. But the Principal Dancers – the stars of the Company – are dropping out with injuries and Kate is concealing her own painful injury to cover their roles. Her sister Gwen – one of those stars who's taken leave – is in fact having a terrifying emotional breakdown and although Kate has in truth done everything she could to hold her sister together, her parents and her own sense of guilt are pressuring her to do even more. Meanwhile, rather than support her through these escalating crises, Kate's boyfriend has left her cold – and again Kate tries to blame herself. It's all too true a story both in the arts and in family life: because she's a trooper, because she's the sensible child, Kate's asked to give more and more to the Company, her parents, her brother and her sister, and the men in her life while getting far too little in return. As Kate's season nears its close, we pray that this won't be a Cinderella story that lacks a final triumph, and that her wit and tremendous courage as a young woman and an artist – with a little help from her friends – will see her through to the victory she deserves. Although set in the world of dance, Kate's experience of the literal agony and occasional, merciful ecstasy of the life of an artist is equally true for athletes, writers, actors, musicians or any other performer or artist who is driven to do what she does best. By turns delightfully good-natured, deeply moving, and convincingly informed, it's a book those artists – and their fans, friends, lovers, parents, and anyone who wants to understand the reality behind the performance – will treasure.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved how detailed it was when it came to the ballet and dance bits, but the main character was rather boring. She was unsure about what she wanted from her sister, and didn't know what to expect from herself. Although the self reflecting was well written and honest the time skips were jumbled and kind of confusing to sort through. I was surprised when it did not reach my expectations, but all in all it was a decent read.
DebbieLE on LibraryThing 16 days ago
**3 1/2 stars** I found this book to be incredibly interesting. It's like a behind the scenes look at a ballet company and one dancer's life. Fascinating! Kate Crane is a very reliable, likeable narrator. I felt her pain, drive, guilt. I liked that we followed Kate through both the ups and downs. This is not a book that glorifies ballet or ballet dancers. It is a real look at what it takes to be a ballerina.For those of you who crave a little extra drama you will not be disappointed in Gwen's appearances in The Cranes Dance. I feel like that story line is one better left explored on your own.As an extra bonus, as I hang my head in shame, I now know the story line of Swan Lake. I have never seen Swan Lake but am now looking forward to an opportunity to arise for me to do so.If you are interested in performing arts, family dynamics, and enjoy a compelling read I would suggest picking up The Cranes Dance. If you do, I would love to know what you thought of it!
dizzyweasel on LibraryThing 23 days ago
When Kate Crane, professional (but not exceptional) ballerina, throws her neck out during Swan Lake, it sends her a downward spiral of Vicodin addiction and self-loathing, because her own injury forces her to think about her sister Gwen, whose recent psychotic break forced the genius ballerina into sabbatical from her brilliant career. Kate has always felt like she was second fiddle to Gwen, Gwen's genius, Gwen's feelings, Gwen's relationships. She tells her story in a self-deprecating, but incredibly relatable voice. Kate is sarcastic and human, and presents her own story as a frame for Gwen's - even when ostensibly writing about herself, Kate can't help but devote her narrative to Gwen's breakdown.So why am I focussing straightaway on character and not plot? Because this book really has no plot to speak of. We're mid-season in a prestigious ballet company in New York's season program. Kate is a soloist, but not a principal. She describes the ballets she performs in, the rehearsals, the classes, the backstage realities, but these are all setting, not driving aspects of the plot. The plot is all about the dysfunctional relationship between two siblings who excel in the same field, one more than the other. Kate is the older sibling, always the strong, practical one, while Gwen was the gifted, but mentally fragile one. Her parents, her friends, the company all expect Kate to look out for Gwen, no one realizing just how precarious Gwen's surface calm really is. When Gwen breaks down, Kate takes the blame: she wasn't watching carefully enough, she didn't care enough, she moved out of the apartment and therefore wasn't watching Gwen enough. Kate ignored the signs. So Kate, forced to move back into Gwen's apartment when her boyfriend breaks up with her at the same time Gwen cracks, now must confront all of Gwen's oddities and warning signs. She tells "her" story from the present in flashbacks to various points in Gwen's life where Kate saw something wrong and tried to rationalize it. And as Kate digs deeper, forcing herself to remember and add up all the strange occurrences (Gwen has acute OCD, severe anxiety, and possibly dissociative personality disorder along with suicidal tendencies), she herself begins to go mad with second guessing, sickening isolation, detachment, and finally a death wish of her own. Breaking open Gwen's character forces Kate to examine her own: does she love her sister, or has she always been jealous? does she really love dance, or is it just the thing she does because she can? does she relate to anyone or just use them to further her own ends (ends which she doesn't fully believe in anyway)?Kate's sarcastic self-loathing and personal reflection struck a chord with me. She voices all of her anxieties, daily fears, and coping devices in ways the make the reader stop and think, "...oh my, it's like she's voicing my internal dialogue". For instance, to get through the mundanities of the day, Kate imagines she is performing to an invisible audience watching her perform all of her tasks. Or she focuses on a string of words or a sentence and repeats it over and over until it's nonsensical, a mantra of irrelevance. Little things that we all do, whether we're aware of them or not: the inner monologue of the weird. Kate lives inside her head for a good portion of the novel, and this forces the reader to get inside her own head along the way.This was a fascinating, though uncomfortable read. Some readers may be put off by the technical elements of dance that are scattered throughout (though I imagine it will be mostly dance fans who pick up this book in the first place). The comparisons to Black Swan are apt enough, in that there is ballet and madness and rivalry, but the similarities don't go further than that. The rivalry between the sisters may also seem like tired ground, but the author treats the rivalry on many levels, dance being the least of them. The sisters' rivalry deeply psychological, and watching Gwen's
Beamis12 on LibraryThing 23 days ago
The first part of this book is a description of the ballet Swan Lake and quite frankly I could have done without it, but I persevered and was so glad I did. Kate and her sister Gwen are young ballet dancers taken on by a prestigious New York ballet company. I have always had a fascination with the ballet world and this novel full of descriptive ballets, the pressure the dancers are under, the classes they are always taking, and the fierce competition between the dancers, where few ever make it out of the corp, more than fed my curiosity. This is a well written first novel about ballet, but about so much more. It is about sisters, their love and their individual talents as well as the responsibility the older always feels for the younger. It is a bout ambition and mental illness and the individual steps a person takes to thrive in less than ideal situations. I really enjoyed this book. ARC from NetGalley.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Interesting point of view from a ballet dancer. It was a little slow in some parts when there were a lot of descriptions about ballet, but still good. Has a lot to say about mental illness and cracking under a lot of pressure and stress.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If Suzanne Farrell was in The Catcher in the Rye you would have this book. If you enjoyed the movie, Black Swan you will probably enjoy this.
seh15 More than 1 year ago
This book kept me intrigued and constantly wondering if Gwen was really the one who was insane. I've read reviews where readers felt very sorry for her, as if she were a victim. Perhaps it's the honestly associated with living inside the charactors mind, but I didn't find Kate particularly likable or victimized. She seemed to make choices that very clearly led to consequences. This, of course, made her an interesting charactor to follow-because no one wants an entirely likable charactor, we want someone we can relate to, even guiltily. We want affirmations that we are not alone in our most sinister of thoughts-Kate gives us that. We are not alone.
Loraine100 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. It sweeps you into the world of the ballet. You learn the terrible physical and psychological toll it takes to be a serious dancer and the ephemeral joy dancing brings. The prose style is beautiful.
AngieG More than 1 year ago
Loved it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago