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My Swedish publisher, AB Bonniers Förlag, have compiled a CD with music from my new book. I am, of course, very touched. It can be ordered here: adlibris
It goes without saying that I love this music. There are two very special pieces on this cd:
Firstly the commissioned adagio from the Sonata itself, the Sonata to Miriam. Swedish composer Alexander Ekroth- Baginski has done a wonderful job of transfering my words into music. It is just … well, listen!
The second special piece on the cd is the Passacaille by Szymon Laks. It exists, as far as I know, only in one other recording. Listen and sink into the music!

 

The days are short. Time flies. Nothing gets done. The process of procrastination is taking its toll. I have given myself a deadline since nobody else has. Problem is, I don’t respect myself. Sunday, the deadline is Sunday. And into the darkness I wander…

The snow vanished over night and the crows returned to finish off the elderberries on the tree by the rubbish shed. The world is still, poised between seasons. My task is still undone. I have come to realize that one part of my resistance has to do with how I view this manuscript. To me, it’s not words on paper, or on my hard drive. It’s real characters, real stories. It is as hard for me to change them as it would be to try and change the character or the past of a loved one. (more…)

The first snow arrived this morning. Large flakes slowly falling and melting quickly as they touched the ground. It’s not the season, the gradually vanishing daylight or the cold. It’s my own inability to face the task…

Overnight, the trees on the church yard across the street dropped their leaves. The spectacular yellow colour now on the ground and the trunks black and naked. It happened so quickly and I felt unprepared. Also, with daylight savings ended the world feels different and it is as if we are in a peculiar inbetween state. Taking a breath and waiting for the real cold. The editing notes have arrived and it’s time to face the process. Have started reading the Swedish audio book and keeping my fingers crossed that I can escape flus and colds until it’s done.

As interesting each time: here is the Italian edition of my novel. I wish I could read Italian, but the month I spent in Lugano last year didn’t give me enough grasp of the language to attempt even my own novel. It looks beautiful, and I look forward to hearing how it will be received.