A lovely-written and thoughtful review of Manon here from Thinking on Their Feet. An absolutely wonderful production from the Royal Ballet about which I definitely have a few thoughts. And a ballet-loving donation to End Violence Against Women in recognition of the exploitation of women around the world.
Today, I feel so lucky. Yesterday, 1. I went to the opening night of one of my favourite ballets at Covent Garden, and 2. unlike the heroine of that ballet, as an educated, employed, woman living in the West in the 21st century (unless things take a drastic turn) my opportunities to earn a living are not dogged by the perpetual threat of being deported, imprisoned, raped, and dying in a syphilitic swoon and a Louisiana swamp*.
Abbé Prévost’s Manon Lescaut (or L’Histoire du chevalier des Grieux et de Manon Lescaut) was a controversial novel when published in 1731 and a controversial ballet when premiered in 1974. My last post ([She’s] a slut and [he’s] a fool) referred to some of the objections that were levied at MacMillan and his work at the time. Mary Clarke in The Guardian opined that ‘basically, Manon is a slut and Des Grieux…
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