In the nineteen-eighties and nineties, all the greatest ballet choreographers of England and America died: George Balanchine, Frederick Ashton, Antony Tudor, Jerome Robbins. Since then, everybody has been looking for replacements, dance-makers who, while remaining faithful to the classical steps, will save us from the classical bores, “ . . .
SOURCE: The New Yorker at 12:00AM on April 25, 2014