I had one good ear that afternoon, and it let me hear Golaski’s voice. What I also heard: the brush of my feet in grass and dry leaves and the pops of breaking twigs. Wind: the stop and start of it you can’t predict, or control. Skittering insects, chirps of forty birds, fifty clicks, chitters, squees, throat clearing, a rusty hinge squeal, a piping, pinched flutes, calls like a finger on a wet glass, return calls. The green insect almost too small to see— you couldn’t make out its shape, just a speck of green… the sound of lake water lapping a shore, the coos of doves interwoven with less familiar birds, the harmless buzz of insects with beautiful names: nyenje, usubi, nyuki.
— John Cotter, Losing Music: A Memoir (Milkweed Editions, April 11, 2023)
Book Review by Lisa Zeidner titled “In his moving memoir, John Cotter anticipates a world without sound. ‘Losing Music’ offers readers a compelling portrait of what life is like with the rare and incurable condition Ménière’s disease. (Washington Post, April 12, 2023)
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so touching and heartbreaking
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yes…
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Not sure why I’m in tears…and yet.
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yes…
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very nice descriptions
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agree…
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Sounds like a moving read, pal. That faint sound you just heard? Another book hitting the bedside table reading list…. 😉
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🙂 I’m about 1/2 way in Lori. Not ready to recommend yet but closing in.
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What a beautiful way to experience life. It’s sad that most of us take all these things for granted, until we lose them.
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And that’s the punch line Laila
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