ARTICLES BY egoodkind
IN SEARCH OF DUENDE: FALLING THROUGH THE TRAPDOORErica Goodkind
“The male dancer appears from the darkness, near her. They circle each other with birdlike lekking. The first cantaor unzips his skin, which falls to his feet. Out of his sinewy throat – or perhaps, from the earth – roars a bristly emotion, smelling of anguish and love and blood and tears.” From the heart of Andalucía, Erica Goodkind’s fierce appraisal of Flamenco.