I don’t read a lot of novels in verse, nor do I read a lot about dance. The former is more because I don’t really know how to sift through the good stuff and the bad stuff, the latter because dance (especially ballet) kind of freaks me out—the body obsessive, intense grind of it is extremely disturbing to me. However, despite my reluctance with both of these elements, Audition was a fantastic read.
- There’s an odd format to the verse in Audition. The beginning of each line is capitalized, as opposed to only the beginning of each sentence. This didn’t bother me—it actually read in my head with a staccato feel to it that made the story feel slightly frenetic (I have no idea if this was the author’s intent or my own interpretation), but I can see it being distracting to some folks.
Memorable Moments Etc
As afraid of conversationAs I am of boys,Of men,Of wind blasting throughOpen car windows.
My Vermont accent,Inferior as my angular ports de bras,Reveals my rural roots, basement ballet technique.If I open my mouth,It will only remind themOf the imperfections of my limbs.Silence feels safer.</blockquote>And finally…<blockquote>Once you learn the techniqueOf joining a man in bed It seems that it might stretch furtherThan développés, splits, grand jetés.And maybe you’ll considerUsing that techniqueOn more than one boyUntil, like ballet,The steps becomeAn act in themselves,Separate from you,And you forget who you areAll over again.
The only thing that kept me sending this one straight to my must read recommends list is that the ending felt extremely rushed, and that the resolution was just too tidy. It was a let-down after the slow-burn of the rest of the novel.