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Reviews of “And Then We Danced”

  • “Exhilarating” (Publishers Weekly)
  • “Sublime…Joyous” (Bruce Handy in Vanity Fair)
  • “A standout” (Kirkus Reviews)
  • “Henry Alford is an impossibly funny writer. This book is a droll collection of dance-related meet-ups and experiences…that coalesce into a memoir of self-discovery.” (New York Magazine)
  • “Alford seamlessly interweaves heartwarming and hilarious anecdotes about his deep dive into all things dance…Alford is a master of pulling the heartstrings, but in a positive, celebratory way.” (Misty Copeland in the New York Times Book Review)
  • “Lots of fun here for the dancer in all of us” (Library Journal)
  • “Witty and touching” (Christian Science Monitor)
  • “Funny, lustful, and insightful” (Dallas Morning News)
  • “Delightful…will have you on your feet” (Washington Blade)
  • “With new insight and Alford’s trademark humor, Alford offers this cultural history to show how dance so expertly expresses the human experience.” (“8 New Theater Books You Need to Read This Summer”, Playbill)
  • “You’ll be laughing and tearing up at the same time. Read it before the heart-tugging film version does a tango with Oscar.” (July Book of the Month, Broadway Direct)
  • “He wholeheartedly illustrates the wisdom that shimmers at the heart of his book: “Hobbies are hope.”” (Newsday)
 

I Meet Some Chickens

I have a piece in this week’s New Yorker in which I try to find the most pampered backyard chicken in Silicon Valley. (Why? Because a recent Washington Post article stated that, in Silicon Valley, having a pimped-out chicken coop brimming over with heritage breeds is “an eco-conscious humblebrag on par with driving a Tesla.”) Meet Chewbacca, Gwynnie, Marjo, and Betty.

 

Filthy filthy filthy

For a segment on the great public radio show Studio 360, I took the uncleanest person I know (comedian Dave Hill) to an exhibition of art made solely from dust, dirt, and smog. Listen here. Huge thanks to producers Sarah Lilley, David Krasnow, and, of course, the hilarious Mr. Hill.

 

Misty!

I have the huge honor–or, rather, my new book does–of being reviewed by ballerina Misty Copeland on the front page of this Sunday’s New York Times Book Review.

[sound of heart and ego exploding]

(Update: And now I’ve had the opportunity to talk to the Book Review’s very funny editor, Pamela Paul, about my book. From the New York Times Book Review podcast.)

 

What Have I Done to Deserve This (from Vanity Fair)?

 

Sweating Out My Worth

The new fitness app Sweatcoin measures your footfalls and then rewards you with the app’s own digital currency (called, no surprise, sweatcoins). Would it be possible to turn sweatcoins into cold, hard cash? I endeavored to find out. My story in this week’s New Yorker.

 

First review of new book is in…

…And it is kind and happy-making.

 

Where “Shake Yoga” Can Take You

Here’s a story I did for the New York Times about a bestselling book in Japan that promises–through the magic of thigh-based jiggling–to have you doing the splits in a month’s time.  The book was written by a yoga teacher in Osaka, Japan who’s been dubbed The Queen of the Splits. (One reader responded on the Times’s website, “Next month in the New York Times: ‘A Sharp Spike in Groin Injuries Seen in Emergency Rooms Across the Country.'”)

 

Naked Dinner (and I do not speak metaphorically)

“Henry,” you’ve probably found yourself thinking, “did you and your boyfriend Greg, on your recent trip to Paris, happen to visit Paris’s first nudist restaurant?” Why, yes, yes we did. (And subsequent thanks to subsequent shoutouts from Boing Boing , editor Sam Sifton and climate change reporter John Schwartz.)