“I have to listen to music while I write, and usually I play just one song at a time. I repeat it all day, often for weeks on end. Months, even. There’s one song that I replayed up to 30,000 times during the ten years I was writing The Incendiaries. I love that song and its powers; I can’t tell you its name, lest it stop helping me. By obsessively replaying a single song at a time, I can, if I’m lucky, set the pitch. It gives me a place to start. The ritual of it, the repetition, lulls and quiets my anxious, everyday self. The ego goes silent, which lets my writing self emerge, and begin to sing. Even now, months after I last edited The Incendiaries, to play the song I can’t name is to be pulled back toward my novel, into my made-up town of Noxhurst. The still, quiet voice. That’s what I used to listen for, back when I was deeply religious: the still, quiet voice of God. I’ve lost that kind of faith, but I do believe in fiction’s voice, and in spending the rest of my life, or so I hope, listening for it.”
— R.O. Kwon, author of The Incendiaries: A Novel in Poets & Writers, July 26, 2018
From a book Review of The Incendiaries by Ron Charles in The Washington Post on July 23, 2018: ‘The Incendiaries’ is the most buzzed-about debut of the summer, as it should be. “…Kwon, who was raised Roman Catholic and has said that she lost her faith in her teens, seems to understand with extraordinary sympathy just what that loss entails. And as her debut novel catches fire and burns toward its feverish conclusion, she offers a strikingly clear articulation of the fanatic’s mind-set: It’s not an excess of belief that drives some believers to violence; it’s a maddening lack of belief, which requires that radical action be substituted for faith. In a nation still so haunted by the divine promise, on the cusp of ever-more contentious debates about abortion and other intrinsically spiritual issues, ‘The Incendiaries’ arrives at precisely the right moment.”
Live & Learn 
This fascinated me and to some degree I can relate. When I was studying for my graduate exams, I listened to one album over and over and over again. Hearing those notes would ‘put me in the zone’ to study. Some 30 years later, I can hear the first chords of one of those songs and in an instant I am right back in my study carrel. The brain is a fascinating thing…and I can’t wait to read this book! ☺️ Happy Friday, pal…
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So interesting. And? The name of the group? The album?
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Windham Hill label, ‘A Winter’s Solstice II.’ Puts me in a trance, and apparently makes my mind receptive to a host of art history theories and assorted minutiae 😋.
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Thanks. Will check it out…
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Love this album…
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Me, too, Dale! Have listened to it hundreds and hundreds of times and still….
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“It’s not an excess of belief that drives some believers to violence; it’s a maddening lack of belief, which requires that radical action be substituted for faith.”
I’m with her.
And Philip Glass, and Ludovico Einaudi. But sometimes the most unlikely song can put me in that trance 😊
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Ludovico. Yes. Me too…
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And George Winston…
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Me too on George Winston!
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I’ll never forget when the legendary figure skaters Torvill and Dean skated to the piece “January Stars” by Winston… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OWk5a0I1BA
So beautiful.
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George Winston is my long drive companion. I see him everytime he’s here in chicago.
Dale, the first time I heard Winston was early summer of 2005. On Vinyl.
Everytime his finger hits a key, it’s like he’s playing on my spine.
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I love his music. Never got a chance to see him live and wonder if he’s ever even made it to Montreal! I have five of his CDs… if you enjoy figure skating, I put a link on this here comment thread of Torvill and Dean skating to January Stars…
Same with me…
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Thanks!
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Definitely found music helped me writing my book. Kwon and her book sounds very interesting. 👏🌈
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Any particular group, tune, album?
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Are you secretly writing a book Mr K? 😎
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Laughing.
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I’m not laughing! You should write one and it would be brilliant. I listened to Bowie, Queen, and songs from Moulin Rouge. All sad and moving.
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Queen? Queen puts you in a mindset to write? Wow. That’s something.
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Yes I loooove Queen. All his early stuff. He knew he was going to die and he has such feeling behind his lyrics!
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So interesting…
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the mediation of music. powerful magic.
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Yes, magic. that’s it…
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Good juju
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It’s funny, I usually write in silence. Maybe because my house is cacophonous at most times so when I can have quiet… 😉
I can’t imagine listening to the same piece 30 000 times.
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That’s because you have a lot bangin’ around upstairs…why add to the noise?!
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Yeah…that noggin’s already pretty full… 😉
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Laughing. That’s why God made ears, an exit ramp.
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Laughing!
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The sad commentary on organized religion is that it demands from its followers a completed adherence, a groundless faith, which is unreasonable, at least to an intelligent/naturally inquisitive mind. When a follower seeks then to discover the boundaries of God, that vast unknowable Mystery, the patriarchy is so threatened that it tends to cast that congregant out rather than to integrate frustrating questions into an intelligent dialogue and discussion. Thus the seeker is forced back on its own heels. In my case, it taught me to deal with a sort of shaking, rattling terror which, being an interior person choosing a solitary life in the woods, I healed through a deep bond with nature. I discovered how the Divine is imbued in all of life; that all of life is sacred. Then I began glimpsing snatches of the Mystery, itself and learned to humble myself in the face of so much I could not know and eventually became content with the Unknowing, itself. Others are not so fortunate, spending a lifetime rattling around in a self imposed prison without bars. Or parlaying their anxiety into a creative venture, if they are lucky. Still, I do not envy that sort of untethered unrest.
Thanks for a provocative post, David, which I viewed in ite entirety, thanks to it being visible in my Reader!
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Smiling. Divine is imbued in all of life…including making this post available in your Reader!
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Exactly! From the smallest to the greatest. 🙏🌈
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