The anarchic energy and haunting melodies of Stravinsky's "The Rite of Spring" have fascinated generations of dancers and choreographers since the ballet's première, for Sergei Diaghilev's Ballets Russes, in 1913. That first version, by Vaslav Nijinsky, caused a riot. Decades later, in 1975, Pina Bausch took on the score, creating a work in which men and women tear at one another in a combination of terror and attraction, dancing on a floor of dirt that gradually sticks to their bodies. The climax is a punishing sacrificial dance by a woman in a red dress. In the vast space of the Park Avenue Armory, Bausch's "The Rite of Spring" (Nov. 29-Dec. 14) is performed by a company of dancers from across Africa, who rehearsed the work at École des Sables, in Senegal. It is paired with "common ground[s]," a duet for the École's co-founder Germaine Acogny-a towering figure in African dance and Malou Airaudo, one of Bausch's early collaborators.-Marina Harss
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THE ST. ALWYNN GIRLS AT SEA SHEILA HETI
There was a general sadness that day on the ship. Dani was walking listlessly from cabin to cabin, delivering little paper flyers announcing the talent show at the end of the month. She had made them the previous week; then had come news that the boys' ship would not be attending. It almost wasn't worth handing out flyers at all—almost as if the show had been cancelled. The boys' ship had changed course; it was now going to be near Gibraltar on the night of the performance—nowhere near where their ship would be, in the middle of the North Atlantic sea. Every girl in school had already heard Dani sing and knew that her voice was strong and good. The important thing was for Sebastien to know. Now Sebastien would never know, and it might be months before she would see him again—if she ever would see him again. All she had to look forward to now were his letters, and they were only delivered once a week, and no matter how closely Dani examined them, she could never have perfect confidence that he loved her, because of all his mentions of a girlfriend back home.
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If you think apps and social media are ruining our ability to concentrate, you haven't been paying attention.
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Living with the ghost of a cinéma-vérité pioneer.
THE CURRENT CINEMA - GHOST'S-EYE VIEW
“Presence.”
MILLENNIALS: WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
Fame is fickle, and no one knows this better than millennials. Once, they were everywhere—in television laugh tracks for “The Big Bang Theory,” in breathless think pieces about social-media narcissism, and acting the fool in 360p YouTube comedy videos. Then—poof! Gone like yesterday’s avocado toast.
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THE MASTER BUILDER
Norman Foster's empire of image control.
INTIMATE PROJECTS DEPT. THE GOLDFISH BOWL
There are roughly eight hundred galleries that hold the permanent collection of the Met, and as of a recent Tuesday morning the married writers Dan and Becky Okrent had examined every piece in all but two.
