* Peter shudders as he thinks about the time he waited five hours in a Southern Californian branch of the DMV.*Īnyhow-the more I read The Violin Conspiracy? The more I realized just how ill-informed (OK, I’ll say it: dumb) my initial gut reaction was. So, I had to check it out because …įYI, reader: DMV is a colloquial slang term that refers to “DC/Maryland/Virginia.” I am NOT representing the Department of Motor Vehicles, because … well, that’s just gross. Plus, Slocumb is based in the Northern Virginia/DC metropolitan area, my native neck of the woods. But, when you think about glissandos, andantes, and vibratos, does your mind immediately modulate to a pedal-to-the-metal, plot-driven storytelling genre like a thriller? And, more importantly-would it be able to sustain itself for 300+ pages? I was … skeptical.Īll that said, I was very curious to see if the story-written by Brendan Slocumb, a highly successful concert violinist himself-was up to the task. Is it a highly unusual, unique backdrop to set a story in? Absolutely. But I was struggling to wrap my head around how that would translate well to the specific structural demands of a thriller novel. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the idea of a novel placed in the oeuvre of professional orchestral music-I come from a family of musicians and played three different types of saxophones (soprano being my favorite, obviously) for the better part of a decade. To be completely fair, this was the first thought that entered my head when The Violin Conspiracy was recommended to me.
How could the world of classical music possibly be conducive to a thriller?
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