Two mysterious deaths unlock one man's past and another's future in this moving tale of art, love, and history When the wife of renowned art critic Daniel Lichtmann plunges to her death, she is not alone. Lying next to her is her suspected lover, Benjamin Wind, the very artist Daniel most... read more
Daniel uncovers the family history of the man who died with his wife in an apparent double suicide. He is guided along the way by Max who claims to be Benjamin's grandfather. Daniel traces Benjamin's father and starts to question Max's manipulations. He travels to various parts of the U.S... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“In the greatest matters---Love and death, sex too--our minds are rarely in concert with our hearts.”
“Would you believe I have no idea where my youth went-- I ony know that I miss it. Not because I miss all the young I knew then, but because I miss the old. When you are my age, there are no old. There are just more of you. This is what else is terrible about aging---there becomes no more mystery about other people! As you age the difference in years between you and the oldest living persons decreases--until you are the odlest living person, and the only difference of age to speak of is between you and the young. And the young, well you have been them! The truth is I don't even know how my great day came and went--where was its sunrise?”
“Why do you think my grandson's last sculptures were like this--holding the hands? They were already dead, these people in the sculptures, you see? They were holding hands too late. This was the irony that my grandson, my young, young grandson saw. It is how I know his heart was broke when he built these sculptures.”
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