If
you know that music is more than just a succession of beautiful sounds,
if you know that music speaks, and its language is more dangerous than
any words, this book is for you.
‘More chords follow, then a phrase, a repeated phrase which seems to be making its way towards me, inch by inch… I’m not listening, Benedict, I’m not listening... And another phrase, sad, wistful, aggrieved, angry… a questioning sadness, demanding an answer. But there will be none from me!’ - Alison Buxton’s thoughts on hearing her cousin Benedict Vern play after a 40-year silence.
‘A wonderful, cleverly written novel’ - New Books Magazine
