The Rabbit Hole I’ve Entered and why I’m a terrible book reviewer

I haven’t posted on this blog in awhile because I’ve been moving my office space from the area at the end of the kitchen to the spare bedroom we acquired a couple of years ago when the grandchildren moved. Yeah, I miss them – they’ve grown now, but I’m moving my office into one of their old rooms; two walls painted blue as Jazmine’s color choice and two painted green, Lilly’s choice. I’ve left the glo-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling for now and a pair of dusty red dice hanging from the ceiling light fixture.

In my time away from blog posting, I have continued to read. The Woman They Could Not Silence, Beethoven’s Hair, Raising The Bar (Ruth Rymer), and True Colors, are a few of the books I’ve read recently. I’m thinking about re-reading Benjamin Hoff’s The Singing Creek Where the Willows Grow as my own piece about Opal Whiteley has got me to thinking about her story from a different perspective; i.e. what if I totally, 100% believed her side of the story? Benjamin Hoff of The Tao of Pooh fame, this man (a successful Broadway composer), and many many more such as her first editor believed her, what if I did? There’s the rabbit hole I’ve entered, but not without excitement! I’m hoping to shape it much the way Erik Larson writes many of his books, namely The Devil in the White City. Two separate stories; his mad man has a story, the Chicago world’s fair has a story, they’re complete – they converge at the end. It’s an amazing bit of work that book!

Though I do read a good share of books, I don’t write many book reviews. The main reason is I’m terrible with divulging secrets! Yeah, you want me to keep something under wraps, just tell me – nothing could drag it out of me. The most enjoyable secret in the world is discovered within the pages of a book and I’m not going to spoil the journey for anyone by telling them what happened! All that aside, I do want to share one thing I learned this past week from reading Beethoven’s Hair by Russell Martin because it made such an impression on me.

We’ve always known of Beethoven’s deafness and given his work the level of homage it deserves. Such a wondrous feat to compose all those great masterpieces while deaf or partially deaf. What I did not know about before reading Beethoven’s Hair were the myriad excruciating ailments Beethoven suffered for the last thirty years of his life. Russell Martin’s book made me feel Beethoven’s pains, his yearning to write music even though he couldn’t hear it, his desire for love. Many of the things we hear in Beethoven’s music are brought closer to synapse within the pages of Beethoven’s Hair. The book follows the hair from its initial cutting form Beethoven’s head to the men in Arizona who purchased it late in the 20th century. Martin explains the science behind hair strand testing and the results of the tests done on Beethoven’s hair. Results which will shock the reader – make the reader ever more appreciative of the works of Ludwig van Beethoven.

So you see, a body in motion stays in motion. Even though I may not be posting on this blog, you can be sure as the sunrise that I’m alive, and though I may be suffering from allergies I am as golden as can be.

(My grandson and I on our first rock hounding excursion 2022)

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