Depresso Fest
I don't know why I do this to myself... but a couple days ago I started reading "A Genius in the Family" by Hilary du Pré and Piers du Pré. The book is a gripping personal reflection on the life of their sister, Jacqueline.
I saw the movie "Hilary and Jackie" on the plane a few years ago, and while I was moved by it, I had not been interested in classical music in a long time. Well, I recently got back into classical and decided to pick up the book while browsing the moving sale of a bookstore, mainly because I had a little bit of interest in the subject and knew a little bit about her story and because the book could be had on the cheap.
My latest few books have all had a somewhat dark, if not downright depressing, mood to them. Perhaps it's a balance of psyche thing, since all other aspects of my life are fairly happy these days. But this book is just so hard to read. And worse, try reading it with her Elgar Cello Concerto playing in the background. It is impossible not to be driven to tears.
Still, I think my next book has to be about complete idiocy or low-lifes. Maybe a book about spammers. I need to feel superior, and reading about prodigies and geniuses isn't helping... heh.