This probably isn't the right forum to talk about music-related books; in this case, we are talking about Singing with a capital "S".
In short, I have finished reading a beautiful book titled "The Exact Melody of the Air," recommended by my wife Daniela, a great reader as well as a writer of short stories and poems.
I am therefore attaching the plot of the story.
The plot.
For Moses, the world is not made of objects, colors, or smells: it is made of sounds. Sounds accompany him through the streets of the small village in Canton Uri, Switzerland, where people avoid him as if he were a leper. Sounds caress him during his solitary raids in the fields and along the river that winds through the valley. Sounds envelop him on the church bell tower, where he lives with his mother, a deaf-mute outcast who, night and day, makes vibrate the most powerful bells ever built. Yet Moses is not his name. He has never had a name. That is what two monks called him after rescuing him from the river waters, which were destined to be his grave. Because that child had to remain silent forever—he, the fruit of the local priest's sin.
And instead, for Moses, a new life begins, far from his mother and the bells. A life in the grand monastery of Saint Gall. But it is still sounds that guide him: first toward the church choir, which he will join, then into the home of a young girl who is too lonely and sees in that child's extraordinary singing talent the only cure for her mother's illness. And finally, sounds bind him to the will of Father Ullrich, the choir master, who, intoxicated by Moses' perfect voice, decides to make it eternal and incorruptible. An act that once again upends the life of a man born to catch the exact melody of the air and raised as a slave to music, which will grant him fame and success, but will take away his love.
