The (Balanchine) debate rages on.
In response to your lively and laudably wide-ranging interchange on the influence of Balanchine today ("Are We Overdosing on Balanchine?" Jan.):
After our common pro forma genuflection before Balanchine (which being pro forma makes it no less sincere), it seems self-evident that a like-minded group of former dancers, administrators, foundation executives, and critics has stifled alternatives to Balanchine in the name of a sometimes pedantic, even hysterical fidelity to their own youthful memories. There's a lot of meretricious new choreography, but America has missed out on too much innovative ballet and modern dance. You don't have to be a latter-day Balanchine loyalist to be close-minded (see Peter Boal as a sterling counter-example). But it sometimes seems to help.
I liked the Balanchine argument (which I found via Twitter). I feel like we are doing so many other things at Stuttgart that I miss doing a lot of Balanchine! I can understand how the U.S. may need to take a little break to explore some other exciting stuff, but here I would love to have at least one juicy Balanchine per season.