After reading the first six chapters of The Soloist, I've become very enthusiastic about finishing it because the musical allusions and psychological elements appeal to me. I've come across many subtle details that amuse me and can't wait to continue alongside Steve Lopez in his journey to help cure Nathaniel Ayers' mental state of being.
In the beginning, we find Lopez as a hardworking columnist who recently discovered the grubby and mysterious musician, Nathaniel Ayers. Although this man was playing a rusty, old violin with only two strings, he immediately recognized that there was some form of musical professionalism in his stature. The alluring aura of the busking Ayers convinces Lopez that he may just have something on this man. After a short time, Lopez discovers not only Ayer's passion for the arts, but that this man had once attended Julliard until a mental breakdown.
The reason why I find so much appeal to this novel is because I can relate to state of mind that Ayer's is in when he picks up his instrument; you're a million miles away from everything and everyone, time ceases to exist, and all you can hear are the vibrations of your instrument. Following this trance, all you want to do is perfect the piece you're playing because each time you repeat it, it sounds all the more beautiful. This is the kind of emotional protocol that takes place between every musician in the world. The desire for that feeling and the connection to the aspiring people around you and before you (who may of even composed the music you're playing) is what keeps people like Ayer's and myself practicing. Music is the spiritual connection between the people of this world.
In particular, there are two parts that I found entertaining. For example, when Lopez found the names, such as Babe Ruth, scribbled on the pavement near Ayers. After Lopez asks whose names they were, Ayer's merely commented that those were just some of his classmates at Juilliard. The idea that he was friends with worldwide famous characters is both compelling and hard to wrap my mind around. Or, the part where Ayer's comments that although he doesn't know where everyone he once knew ended up, he hears "a kid named yo-yo ma" is doing pretty well for himself. I have no words.
In summary, this book, for someone like me that is, ought to be pretty interesting. It seems like a pretty heart warming book and I can't wait to see how Lopez treats Ayers, and not his disease. I would also like to see how Lopez winds up after his much-needed and profound change as well.
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