A STEINWAY ON THE BEACH https://ift.tt/yFIRoeU
After a successful outing deploying a similar structure to illuminate a similar theme in Cold Moon , Rosenblatt returns to an emptier well, here focusing his attention on the idea of wound as blessing. One of the things that made the previous book come to life was an abundance of childhood stories, but such engaging memoir material is mostly absent here. One of the only passages of this type offers the author’s recollections of ducking into his father’s office on the way to a tennis match; he’d cut his thumb opening the tennis ball can and relied on Dad to stitch it up. “My father, born poor, who had struggled his way up to a dignified medical practice, in high school holding three jobs at once, now specializing in diseases of the lung, beheld his bleeding, happy-go-lucky tennis-playing son with the usual blend of annoyance and dismay.” Other passages muse on the titular piano washed up on a beach, trussed up and dragged away like a whale, or offer recollections of essays written duri...
