
“Increasingly I think of myself as some strange and solitary conductor, introduced to a group of very dynamic musicians who happen to be my characters, and I have no idea how they are going to play together, and I have certainly no idea how I am going to put manners on them. I stroll out there into the emptiness of the pit and ask them for music. Who knows what they’re going to give me?”
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Colum McCann
“This Week in Fiction: Colum McCann,” by Deborah Treisman, The Book Bench blog, New Yorker, April 9, 2012.1 »

