Bradford Morrow
A piece of mysterious music is passed from generation to generation with the haze of German and Soviet aggression and into the malaise of modern world academia that seems to cherish discount beauty.
The manuscript ends up in the hands of a young graduate student who struggles to find herself in the authorship of the sonata by uncovering its genesis and journey from WWI to modern Prague.
In the end it is all so predictable: I only wish Mr Morrow would have embused the main character with more authenticity and less of the sexist tropes that define the modern woman as professing independence but always ending up in the arms of the men who ultimately ‘get her’.
Recommendation: Pass
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