"It's really a very simple story. What happened was this: I met this girl and did a very stupid thing. I fell in love. Hard. I know that to some people that makes me an idiot and a loser. What can I say? They're right. I did some extremely foolish things; I'm the first to say it. And they've left me in jail and alone."
So begins one of the most compelling, emotionally charged, and affecting novels you are likely to read this year.
"Without music, life would be an error." – Friedrich Nietszche
I listen to a lot of music. I mean a lot. (I'm listening to music right now – the Pandora Chopin station: fine music to blog to.) I listen to many different kinds of music: rock and roll, classical music and opera, country music and "Americana," jazz, soul, reggae, standards, show tunes and what is now called The Great American Songbook. I have a huge collection of CDs, and before that, I had a huge collection of vinyl. I've been collecting music ever since I was a little kid. When I was young, I bought and listened to a lot of Broadway show albums: My Fair Lady, Guys and Dolls, Gypsy, Candide, The Music Man, etc. And I bought and listened to a lot of folk music: Phil Ochs, Peter, Paul, and Mary, the Chad Mitchell Trio, Joe and Eddie, etc., and eventually Bob Dylan.