You probably saw it in the New York Times yesterday.
The job was director of dance at the Paris Opera Ballet.
It went, instead, to Benjamin Millepied, the choreographer and a former principal at New York City Ballet. And the star of Black Swan. And Natalie Portman's husband. Is it a surprise that I lost out to a guy whose last name means "a thousand feet?" Seems like cheating to me, frankly.
Maybe you're saying to yourself right now, John Kenney! I didn't know that you were a first-time novelist AND a trained dancer/choreographer!? That's amazing. Because from your photo you look kind of like a lumbering jackass. (Bizarre that you say that because the name Kenney translates to "one who can't dance.")
While I'm not "technically" trained in ballet, choreography, tap, jazz, ballroom, or dancing of any kind and am, in fact, encouraged by friends, family, strangers, and orthopedists to avoid dancing at all costs, here are my qualifications:
- I take my four-year-old daughter to ballet once a week, carrying her because she doesn't want her ballet shoes to touch the ground and get dirty.
- We have