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Where the Wings Grow
The celebrated dancer and choreographer recalls the childhood summers she spent at Merriewold, near the Delaware River Gap, and offers fascinating glimpses into a world of lakeside forests and cultural delights
286 pages, Hardcover
Published January 1, 1978
About the author
Agnes de Mille
38 books11 followersKnown innovative Agnes George de Mille, an American, choreographed musicals, such as
Oklahoma!
(1943) and
Carousel
(1945).
Alicia Alonso performed in his Fall River Legend .
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agnes_d...
Alicia Alonso performed in his Fall River Legend .
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agnes_d...
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March 3, 2023
I am a hard core dance fanatic. Agnes de Mille is a major name in the world of dance. Unfortunately, I am about 70% of the way through the book and no mention is made of dance. It is the story of her complicated albeit interesting family. I suggest keeping a family tree as you read. And, I have no idea how she so vividly recalls memories from being four years old. I am hoping by the end of the book she is dancing!
November 18, 2014
DeMille was a groundbreaking and significant reshaper of modern American dance and shaper of contemporary American dance. DeMille’s influence is evident by listing just a few of the dozens of dances she choreographed: the musical Oklahoma, both on Broadway and on film; the Broadway musicals Carousel and Brigadoon; the original and uniquely American ballet, Rodeo; Obeah, or Black Ritual, the first full-length ballet created exclusively for African-American dancers; Fall River Legend, a ballet representing the life of Lizzie Borden; and A Rose for Miss Emily, a ballet based on the William Faulkner short story.
In addition to developing choreography unique to the history of dance, DeMille also wrote exceptionally well. She published memoirs and other non-fiction works, as well as a two-volume autobiography. Dance to the Piper (1952) and And Promenade Home (1958) read like engaging novels, but are DeMille’s perspective of her childhood, young adult years, and initial Broadway successes.
My favorite of her books is Where the Wings Grow (1978), a memoir of childhood summers in the country. DeMille’s memories are sometimes idyllic, sometimes shocking. She observes racism and other bigotry with a relentless eye.
The writing style is beautiful and evocative of those relaxing times. You can almost envision girls and women in white lawn dancing through the woods. DeMille’s voice is distinctive and “of her era.” For awhile after reading the book, I felt compelled to write poems based on various scenes.
A couple of important issues come to mind when thinking about DeMille’s memoir.
The first is how close she was to her mother, even as an adult. Although DeMille’s father was a playwright and her uncle the famous filmmaker Cecile B. DeMille, DeMille’s creativity stemmed in large part to her mother’s artistry with a needle.
Anna George, DeMille’s mother, was a contemporary of Virginia Woolf. Anna was born in 1877, Woolf in 1882–five years and an ocean apart. Anna had no financial means independent from her husband. Her own father was famous political philosopher Henry George. Throughout her life, she tirelessly campaigned for her father’s Single Tax theory. Yet, unlike her “scribbling” husband, who followed in his father’s footsteps as a writer, never tried to write herself. She did not have 500 (pounds) a year or a room with a lock on the door, to paraphrase Woolf. She ran the household in the days before refrigerators and vacuum cleaners.
Anna was regularly accessible to her children, her husband, and the other people who were temporarily or permanently a part of the household. Yet Anna managed to produce art from the creativity welling within her, the product of which lasted beyond her husband’s mediocre plays–art which, when she was producing it, wasn’t considered art–merely a woman’s menial labor.
Another important portion of the memoir describes Anna’s aunt and how she and her family lived near DeMille’s family during the summer. The aunt married a Japanese diplomat. This intermarriage was quite unusual for that time period, as was their transracial family. DeMille’s family seems to have accepted the family without question.
DeMille's charismatic personality shines through clearly in this beautiful memoir.
In addition to developing choreography unique to the history of dance, DeMille also wrote exceptionally well. She published memoirs and other non-fiction works, as well as a two-volume autobiography. Dance to the Piper (1952) and And Promenade Home (1958) read like engaging novels, but are DeMille’s perspective of her childhood, young adult years, and initial Broadway successes.
My favorite of her books is Where the Wings Grow (1978), a memoir of childhood summers in the country. DeMille’s memories are sometimes idyllic, sometimes shocking. She observes racism and other bigotry with a relentless eye.
The writing style is beautiful and evocative of those relaxing times. You can almost envision girls and women in white lawn dancing through the woods. DeMille’s voice is distinctive and “of her era.” For awhile after reading the book, I felt compelled to write poems based on various scenes.
A couple of important issues come to mind when thinking about DeMille’s memoir.
The first is how close she was to her mother, even as an adult. Although DeMille’s father was a playwright and her uncle the famous filmmaker Cecile B. DeMille, DeMille’s creativity stemmed in large part to her mother’s artistry with a needle.
Anna George, DeMille’s mother, was a contemporary of Virginia Woolf. Anna was born in 1877, Woolf in 1882–five years and an ocean apart. Anna had no financial means independent from her husband. Her own father was famous political philosopher Henry George. Throughout her life, she tirelessly campaigned for her father’s Single Tax theory. Yet, unlike her “scribbling” husband, who followed in his father’s footsteps as a writer, never tried to write herself. She did not have 500 (pounds) a year or a room with a lock on the door, to paraphrase Woolf. She ran the household in the days before refrigerators and vacuum cleaners.
Anna was regularly accessible to her children, her husband, and the other people who were temporarily or permanently a part of the household. Yet Anna managed to produce art from the creativity welling within her, the product of which lasted beyond her husband’s mediocre plays–art which, when she was producing it, wasn’t considered art–merely a woman’s menial labor.
Another important portion of the memoir describes Anna’s aunt and how she and her family lived near DeMille’s family during the summer. The aunt married a Japanese diplomat. This intermarriage was quite unusual for that time period, as was their transracial family. DeMille’s family seems to have accepted the family without question.
DeMille's charismatic personality shines through clearly in this beautiful memoir.
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