Articles like this make my blood boil. Derek may be as ghastly as the article reports, but it completely ignores the fact that he has provided employment for more dancers than probably any other director this century. In a time when even banking and insurance are hazardous professions to be in, it is nothing short of miraculous for a ballet company to be actually taking on MORE dancers.
The Dickensian tenor of the piece seems quite at odds with the fact that these people are not cleaning chimneys for a farthing a time, they are getting a free trip to places others might never see in a lifetime; and a chance to perform in a Swan Lake of these proportions is the stuff dreams are made of.
The impression I am left with is of a seedy parasitic hack tagging along behind ENB, abusing the hospitality and candour of dancers to make a fast buck. And in that sense, he too owes this week's paycheck to Derek Deane.
There is something rather snide about his comments at the end about Rachel wanting to be a war reporter: an implication that it is absurd for a dancer to want to do anything serious, for his prey to turn hunter. In fact, I have no doubt that Rachel has a greater sense of what constitutes human tragedy than this reporter.