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The beginning of this book startled me. It did not seem to be about the dancer at all. What is this about washing half dead soldiers? Much of this book can be like that. It seems as though the person speaking has nothing to do with Nureyev, but everything comes back to him. All the voices, his voice, they all swirl around this volatile genius of dance. He comes off as spoiled, hedonistic. He shows compassion and generosity. He is foul mouthed and uncivilized. He is eloquant and sensitive. I saw Rudy dance in San Francisico decades ago. A graceful, beautiful god whose influence has stayed with me through the years. I had seen the dancer then. This book finally let me see the man. Flawed and imperfect. He is more alive to me, more approachable through this book.