Rock Fiction Coveting: The Music of Us by Uvi Poznansky

Posted: May 17, 2016 in Rock Fiction Coveting
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This one might be tricky. It’s the third in a series, and the series is all about the same family, so we’re kind of dropping into the middle here. But it looks like only kind of, because everything that happened in the first two books may not matter as much here, because this is a trip through the past. Check it out to see what I mean:

In 1970, Lenny can no longer deny that his wife is undergoing a profound change. Despite her relatively young age, her mind succumbs to forgetfulness. Now, he goes as far back as the moment he met Natasha during WWII, when he was a soldier and she—a star, brilliant yet illusive. Natasha was a riddle to him then, and to this day, with all the changes she has gone through, she still is.

“Digging into the past, mining its moments, trying to piece them together this way and that, dusting off each memory of Natasha, of how we were, the highs and lows of the music of us, to find out where the problem may have started?”

To their son, Ben, that may seem like an exercise in futility. For Lenny, it is a necessary process of discovery, one that is as tormenting as it is delightful. He often wonders: can we ever understand, truly understand each other—soldier and musician, man and woman, one heart and another? Will we ever again dance together to the same beat? Is there a point where we may still touch?

These are some deep questions. They’re awesome questions, too. I’d read this, even without checking out the first two.

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