The emergence of a contrarian composer, the fight that must be fought, an encounter with a scary-fine woman right in the middle of battle.
Perfect timing.
Free Samples
The music page
(follow the book with music links)
Cantonese swearing
e-mail correspondence
john@johncaedan.com
     “I see. But ‘prelude,’ does that not mean ‘something that comes before’?”
     “Yes. I am stating that in which I believe, musically, in this opus of small pieces, now get ready for something really big coming next in the same way.”
     “What is your big thing coming next?”
     “You always go for the roundhouse right hook, don’t you Lin Xin Qian?”
     “That is a boxing idiom, I believe. Yes, why not go for the knockout? What do your preludes prepare us for?”
     Georg stopped them on the path so they could turn face to face. The faintest sign of their breath condensing in the cool air confirmed summer approaching an end. Georg pushed out his answer without blinking.
     “Grand opera.”
     They resumed their walk in the distinct, fast-paced New York tradition, deterring all interruption from outside.
     Georg marched along, silent and grim. Lin glanced over at him as if to inquire if more explanation were forthcoming. She chose not to say a word. But suddenly she took on a mischievous mood.
     “Do you ever play the piano naked?”
     “Off-balance! Nice one, Miss Xin.”
     “Do you?” she insisted, smiling broadly.
     “You know I do.”
     “Yes.”
From readers:
"...fast ... and deliciously slow." ~ c.s.
"... characters on fire with life. They stay with me. ~ s.w.
         J o h n   C a e d a n      [Go Home]
Best sequence,
this book should
be read prior to
The White Sky
The Preludes
A novel
The emergence of a contrarian composer,
the fight that must be fought,
an encounter with a scary-fine
woman right in the middle of battle.
Perfect timing.
Free Samples

Extras:    Cantonese swearing
The music page
(follow the book with music links)
e-mail correspondence
john@johncaedan.com
     “I see. But ‘prelude,’ does that
not mean‘something that comes before’?”
     “Yes. I am stating that in which I
believe, musically, in this opus of
small pieces, now get ready for
something really big coming next in the same way.”
     “What is your big thing coming next?”
     Georg stopped them on the path so they could turn face to face. He pushed out his answer without blinking.
     “Grand opera.”
     They resumed their walk in the distinct, fast-paced New York tradition, deterring all interruption from outside.
     Georg marched along, silent and grim. Lin glanced over at him as if to inquire if more explanation were forthcoming. She chose not to say a word. But suddenly she took on a mischievous mood.
     “Do you ever play the piano naked?”
     “Off-balance! Nice one, Miss Xin.”
     “Do you?” she insisted, smiling broadly.
     “You know I do.”
     “Yes.”
From readers: "... flows like a waterfall of silk." ~ d.d.
"...fast ... and deliciously slow." ~ c.s.
"... characters on fire with life. They stay with me ... so beautiful." ~ s.w.