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480 pages, Hardcover
First published September 4, 2014
He was beginning—he continued—to get the distinct impression that everything he touched, every person he loved, would—was bound to; it was only a matter of time—give way, crumble, explode, or otherwise disappear. That despite (and perhaps in direct proportion to) any attempt of his to assert against those greater and more noble ambitions of chance and time some proper force of his own, that more that great wheel—on which those ambitions were hung—turned blithely against him; not as though merely ignorant of his deepest desires and intentions, but as though actually conspiring against him....Skibsrud's title refers to the extraordinary quartet for piano, clarinet, violin, and cello that Olivier Messaien composed in 1941 for four of his fellow inmates in Stalag VIII, a German POW camp. It is indeed an amazing story, meticulously researched by Rebecca Rishkin in her 2003 study, For the End of Time; hers is one of many sources cited by Skibsrud in her own extensive bibliography. We are told that her novel is structured after Messaien's work, but other than the fact that both have eight chapters or movements, the fourth of which is an Interlude, I don't see it. Besides which, the novel has only three leading players, not four. Skibsrud also has to strain to get the Quartet into the plot at all; Alden meets a poet in Paris who just happens to have been in the same hut as the composer, and thus attended the premiere. It is not a bad passage, actually, even though reported third-hand. But I think back to Richard Powers' luminous evocation of the same event in his recent Orfeo, and recognize the alchemy of a true novelist. It is missing here.