ABSTRACT
The flamboyant dancer and eccentric, Isadora Duncan, when asked to write her autobiography, almost lost her nerve at the suggestion. ‘I confess that when it was first proposed to me I had a terror of writing this book. Not that my life had not been more interesting than any novel and more adventurous than any cinema and, if really well written, would not be an epoch-making recital, but there’s the rub – the writing of it!’1 She admits that even given her interesting life (she obviously held few doubts about the heights of its significance), something else is required, by which she meant the skill of transferring that sense of significance and excitement to her readers.
