An irresistible and chatty little book about a fascinating dancer named Lotte Berk. Lotte trained and performed in the same dance technique as I (Mary Wigman) and I had done some of her namesake exercises. By the time I knew of her, however, the exercises seemed definitely the sort of passé thing old burdened ladies on the Upper East Side did. This is unfortunate because the techniques are excellent.
Lotte’s daughter Esther wrote the book and while she isn’t much of a writer the book is interesting and arresting, full of anecdotes about Lotte and, more than often, Lotte’s sex life (dating men, women, transvestites, etc. – all while living with her husband, who never stopped loving her even after they divorced). I wished for more information on Lotte and her thoughts and development as a teacher vs dancer.
The book both grazes the life of Lotte - a Holocaust survivor and true bohemian - as well as delves into what life is like for those who live in the shadow and wake of someone so charismatic and influential. Throughout the book Lotte’s manipulations and vitriol are cut by hilarity, insouciance, and spirit.