So you’re at the ballet, and the dancers are all flitting about and hopping around, seemingly nearly weightless, looking like they might just keep ascending toward the ceiling and out into the night, and then one of them makes a misstep, and then THUD they’re down. It’s jarring not only because of empathy pains (it must hurt like hell to fall on stage wearing only what ballerinas wear) but also because it’s like seeing a car submerged in shallow water – such things just shouldn’t be. Last Saturday night, Jennie Somogyi ruptured her Achilles during City Ballet’s performance of Polyphonia, and The New Yorker‘s Joan Acocella had some thoughts on the matter. (FULL ARTICLE: Joan Acocella, The New Yorker)