Re: Tempesta's Dream: Chapters 7 through 12
“…but, when one lives with what I call background music, passion can be found…”. How true that is. I always paint while playing music, mostly classical, and I play it loudly. Some of my art can be seen at http://www.VictoriaNorvaisa.com
I would have liked a more sensuous description/reaction from Giovanni, a Sicilian young man of 25, when Isabella came out on the balcony dressed only in a nightshirt. He noticed her legs and her underwear. But what about her firm, young breasts? (teasing the author just a little
). I’m not sure that women wear underwear under a nightgown…well, perhaps some do.
I don’t know too much about voice training, but I found it a little strange that listening to others sing day after day and week after week was the proper method. I’m thinking that perhaps it could have been interspersed with some singing since Giovanni wanted to sing so badly, and it shows the stubbornness of an old man to do things his way…no bending here…very typical, but that’s just my reaction. I probably would have walked out on this teacher, but that shows how deeply Giovanni got attached to Alfredo in such a short time. That may have also been his need for a father figure as well as for a teacher.
The visit to Vicopelago reminded me of my visits to Todi and Orvieto in Italy. I knew exactly what the author was talking about and how truly unique and beautiful those hill towns are.
The many details, history, names of operas, arias and singers is a little too much detail for a reader like me, who likes but does not live opera. I’m sure classical music students would really appreciate this book. Market it to music schools and you will sell your million copies.
I also notice a very subtle, but sometimes awkward, sentence structure from time to time. Some of the sentences don’t seem to flow as beautifully as the music the author talks about. That makes me wonder if English was/is the author’s primary language? Again, not a criticism, just merely my opinion
That’s all, folks…reading on…