Neil Jordan : The Well of Saint Nobody

How could I resist this book when I read it is about a pianist who is afflicted with psoriatic arthritis in his hands and can no longer play? And also, about a more humble pianist, a woman, who has been told her hands are ‘too small’. What can she do but become a piano teacher?

A Life in Music… 1

My favourite word is bleat. Or perhaps it is amble. Or ember. Words that sound lonely. The lost sheep, the dying fire, the slow wandering walk in the twilight. I have been alone for many years now. I was not young when Father and Mother died and they were my truest companions. Their lives were devoted to me. To my music. My talent. A precious God given thing, ‘And a lot of hard work,’ as Father said. After Patrick died there was only me to carry on the tradition. I didn’t have time to make friends.