I just read A constant music. Years ago, some friends who know my passion for chamber music, recommended me. I ignored them. I usually convince fiction musical themes. However, in a weak moment, I started reading the novel by Vikram Seth.
Baroja remember an essay (or was it the prologue of a book of stories?) In which he explains how, in the modern world, there was no time for the novel. According to the author, the story was appropriate long leisurely evenings long nineteenth century. The thousand walks of life contemporary-and wrote in the twenties, married wrong with the cadence of the genre.
There are many types of life. Even in a single individual. I read the first half of a continuous music in a weekend, with the calm enough to let me go with the rhythm simple, unhurried, his prose. I finished the novel on the subway, hastily. I was happy to finish.
At the bottom of the book is a tragic love story that does not convince me. Nor do I have a big test because I'm not used to reading such stories. I prefer the novels in which nothing happens. So I read newspapers and novels of mystery writers.
However, the landscape of the drama is, at times, poignant. The main character is second fiddle in a quartet and the group's life (their activities, their relationships, their trials ...) seem to give off a lot of reality. When the love story allows it, the author also conveys a sincere passion for great music.
could recommend.
I like the final paragraph. I copy here:
The music, the music, it is enough. Why seek happiness?, Why wait not suffer? It is enough, and is quite blessed to live day after day and hear that music, not over, the soul could not bear it, from time to time.
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