am 17. März 1999
This is precisely the kind of tome that deserves to gather dust on a library shelf. Even for a fan of dance and particularly dance during the Nijinsky era, it contains only two or three passages that are casually of interest and by no means earth shattering. This unexpurgated edition does little to shake up the image of the brilliant and disturbed artist who is "god" one minute and a "pen" the next. I'd be hard pressed to think of ANYONE I know, love and/or admire whose free associative ramblings and paranoid nonsense I would be willing to pay $20+ for and read 250+ pages of. A total waste of time. Curious readers should steer clear and consider Ostwald's probing psychohistory instead.