Glory: A Life Among Legends

By Dr. Glory Van Scott

Water Street Press | 2018

Reviewed by Herb Boyd

Dr. Glory Van Scott

When your introduction to the world of dance is to have the great choreographer, George Balanchine, call your name at an audition it’s enough to send chills up and down your spine, no matter how agile and gifted you are as a dancer.

Hearing her name, as she tried to hide behind the other aspiring dancers, for a moment stunned Glory Van Scott.  Keeping to the rear of the other dancers, she thought would give her the cover she needed in order to learn the intricate steps each of them had to perform.

“I want you to lead the line,” Balanchine said.

“My God,” Glory said to herself. “Uh-oh, kid! You gotta get this together or your goose is cooked. You function, you focus—and you get it right.”

She went to the front of the line, paid close attention to the demonstrators of the steps, and then danced as though her very life was at stake.

“And I got the job!” she exclaimed

That was in 1954, and her audition was for House of Flowers with music by Harold Arlen and the book by Truman Capote. The cast was a veritable retinue of future stars, including Geoffrey Holder, Carmen de Lavallade, Alvin Ailey, Diahann Carroll, Pearl Bailey, and Arthur Mitchell, just to mention a few of the legends she invokes in the book’s subtitle, each of them going on to fame and fortune.

Moments and personalities such as these are recalled throughout Glory’s memoir, an absolutely engrossing book festooned with several motifs—photographs, poems, essays, reflections, and praise songs—all of which taken together replicates her multifaceted career.

One of her most poignant recollections—and this is no easy choice for a woman who is a highly acclaimed dancer, poet, playwright, educator, and founder of a youth theater—occurs during the funeral of her esteemed colleague, dancer and choreographer Talley Beatty.

Dr. Van Scott had wanted a flock of doves to be released at the close of the service, but the animal agency said it couldn’t be done because it was raining.

Glory was the last to speak at the services and when she finished, her arms held skyward, simultaneously a flock of blackbirds, bluebirds, and gray birds, at least sixty fluttered above her and the mourners. “The entire scene was surreal,” she recalled. “Nobody spoke at first. Everyone looked on in amazement.” For her, “I just took is as Talley wanting me to have my birds, and so he sent them.”

The book abounds with such absorbing moments as she recounts her remarkable dance career, from “Porgy and Bess,” “The Great White Hope,” “Showboat,” “The Prodigal Son,” “The Wiz,” and countless others.  Her photos with her mentor and muse Katherine Dunham, the warmth that exudes between them, says what passages of words can only approximate.  And for those who think they are fully informed on the tragedy of Emmett Till, who was Glory’s cousin, she provides a moving testament, including a personal photo that few have ever seen.

During a recent interview, she said Till’s death did not crush her but motivated her to thrive, “push past this grief” and to make a mark in several fields of endeavor—to assist others who are facing life’s challenges.

And readers will be struck by her generosity and concern for those on the brink of desperation in her essay “The Sweetest Kiss.”

About eight years ago, on a cold November day, Glory was hurrying to the subway at Columbus Circle when she encountered an old lady with a cup begging for money.  Rather than saving the twenty dollars she had for Thanksgiving pastry, Glory dropped it in the woman’s cup. The woman was stunned and when Glory looked back at her she blew the sweetest kiss. Glory said that she “realized I was already in the midst of Thanksgiving blown there by the little lady’s gossamer kiss.”

Complementing these wonderful, bravura episodes, are loving testimonials from a coterie of notables, including author Erica Jong, dance authority Jennifer Dunning, and her dearly beloved George Wein.  And there’s even an unintentional nod to the prevalence of green nowadays with the “Green Book” film and the Green New Deal proposed by representatives in Congress, with Glory’s calling Rev. Melony McGant “the Green Diamond.”  It was from the coaxing of Rev. McGant that Glory finally acceded to her demands and completed this book—which has all the potential to be a fine motion picture.

But until then, the stills she has selected, the words she has composed, and the memories she has harnessed are more than enough in showcasing a life that resonates with brilliance long after her cousin’s tragic death.

Herb Boyd is a frequent contributor to the New World Review.

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