My Memories of a Future Life
ISBN: 978-19-09-90593-1
Format: 15.2x22.9cm
Liczba stron: 368
Oprawa: Miękka
Wydanie: 2016 r.
Język: angielski
Dostępność: dostępny
<p><em>'Taut plotting and sharp storytelling'</em></p><p><em>'Absolutely gripping story'</em></p><p><em>'Classy, stylish writing, a profound tale in page-turning fashion. Unreservedly recommended.'</em></p><p><em>'A strange and stubborn book, visual and visceral, original and odd... will stay with you long after finishing its final pages'</em> - For Books' Sake</p><p><strong>'Genius story ... characters you won't want to leave behind … full of suspense and enigma' </strong><br />
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If your life might be another person's past... What do they know of you? <br />
Could they have the answers you need now? </p><p>Carol is a gifted pianist who has never needed anything but her talent – until an untreatable injury stops her playing. Terrified that it might end her career, she moves to a village on the coast to convalesce and teach singing. She becomes beguiled by glimpses of her next life – a healer called Andreq. Is he really what he seems to be? Does his life have any clues that can help her now? </p><p>A duet between land and sea, past and future, trance and waking, <em>My Memories of a Future Life</em> shimmers with mystery and questions. It’s a novel about clairvoyants and charlatans, the all-consuming dedication of the professional musician, the shadows that shape us, the yearning for a soul-mate, the tyranny of small towns, and what we do when we lose the thing that gives us our identity.</p><p><em>'I was always fascinated </em>by tales of regression to past lives,' says the author Roz Morris. ‘I thought, what if instead of going to the past, someone went to a future life? Who would do that? Why? What would they find?</p><p>‘I began to delve into the world of the classical musician. Musical scores are exacting and dictatorial - you play a note for perhaps a sixth of a second and not only that, there are instructions for how to feel - expressivo, amoroso. It's as if you don't play a piece of classical music; you channel the spirit of the composer. And I thought, what if she couldn’t do it any more? And then, what if I threw her together with someone who could trap the part of her that responded so completely to music?’</p>