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320 pages, Hardcover
First published June 2, 2026
"I don't believe in God. I admit I have prayed to him once or twice—what person hasn't on the darkest of days, in a moment of crisis when everything you knew or wanted or had was gone from you, when you were truly alone—but I wasn't alone then in 1957, and I hadn't reached a moment of crisis, I had simply fumbled a single performance."
"That's love for you, it makes all of us into madmen," Henri muses.
"She thinks of telling him [Henri] that although they [Natasha & Maxim] never fought, a few times when she was young and very unhappy, she had the notion of slamming his hands in a hotel-room door, of breaking his fingers so he could never play again.But he'd never understand a dark thought like that, even though it was just a thought.
She wants Henri to know her completely, all the darkness, the pettiness, the wretchedness. To know her and love her still. But that's impossible, isn't it? she thinks. If we really knew each other that well, we could never love someone."