The Violin Conspiracy: A Novel by Brendan Slocumb (English) Hardcover Book

Description: The Violin Conspiracy by Brendan Slocumb "Good Morning America book club"--Jacket. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description GOOD MORNING AMERICA BOOK CLUB PICK! • Ray McMillian is a Black classical musician on the rise—undeterred by the pressure and prejudice of the classical music world—when a shocking theft sends him on a desperate quest to recover his great-great-grandfathers heirloom violin on the eve of the most prestigious musical competition in the world."I loved The Violin Conspiracy for exactly the same reasons I loved The Queens Gambit: a surprising, beautifully rendered underdog hero I cared about deeply and a fascinating, cutthroat world I knew nothing about—in this case, classical music." —Chris Bohjalian, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Flight Attendant and Hour of the WitchGrowing up Black in rural North Carolina, Ray McMillians life is already mapped out. But Ray has a gift and a dream—hes determined to become a world-class professional violinist, and nothing will stand in his way. Not his mother, who wants him to stop making such a racket; not the fact that he cant afford a violin suitable to his talents; not even the racism inherent in the world of classical music. When he discovers that his beat-up, family fiddle is actually a priceless Stradivarius, all his dreams suddenly seem within reach, and together, Ray and his violin take the world by storm. But on the eve of the renowned and cutthroat Tchaikovsky Competition—the Olympics of classical music—the violin is stolen, a ransom note for five million dollars left in its place. Without it, Ray feels like hes lost a piece of himself. As the competition approaches, Ray must not only reclaim his precious violin, but prove to himself—and the world—that no matter the outcome, there has always been a truly great musician within him. Author Biography Brendan Nicholaus Slocumb was raised in Fayetteville, North Carolina, and holds a degree in music education (with concentrations in violin and viola) from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro. For more than twenty years he has been a public and private school music educator and has performed with orchestras throughout Northern Virginia, Maryland, and Washington, DC. He is currently working on his second novel. Review A Good Morning America GMA Book Club Pick! • ONE OF THE WASHINGTON POSTS BEST MYSTERY BOOKS OF THE YEAR • A Best Book of the Year: NPR, GOODREADS, Air Mail, Book Riot • A CrimeReads Best Mystery Book of the YearA MOST ANTICPIATED BOOK OF THE YEAR: The Seattle Times, Goodreads, The MillionsA Medium Most Exciting Book Releases of the Year • Pop Sugar: 35 Must-Read Thrillers and Mystery Books to Keep You Chasing Clues • A Publishers Weekly Top Ten Mystery/Thriller "Slocumb imbues his characters life with so much authenticity in the details, details that anyone who has played a stringed instrument, or played in a professional ensemble, will recognize. . . . Where Slocumb shines ... is in the passages where he shows Rays grit. . . . [Brendan Slocumb] has plenty of brio to share with readers as well as listeners."—NPR"Such a page-turner . . . a musical bildungsroman cleverly contained within a literary thriller. . . . Slocumb isnt too different from his protagonist: a natural. He easily conjures the thrill of mastering a tough musical passage and the tinnitus-like torture of everyday racism." —The New York Times"When I opened Brendan Slocumbs debut novel, The Violin Conspiracy, I was immediately transported to a place Id never been, surrounded by characters Id never met. In the crowded world of fiction, thats no small accomplishment. . . . Slocumb has orchestrated an engaging and suspenseful story about an aspiring musician and his great-great-grandfathers violin. . . . The Violin Conspiracy is so wonderfully written, especially its descriptions of music, that at times I questioned whether I was reading or listening to a concert. . . . Slocumb is equally adept at suspense, whether hes conveying the ticktock of the main mystery or the heart-pounding, fist-clenching realities Ray has to face as a young Black man in America. This novel, which will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the very last page, is sure to be a favorite in 2022." —The Washington Post"A spellbinding first novel that melds classical music, the mystery surrounding a stolen violin and history, too—by way of some troubling insights into our nations painful legacy of slavery." —Ebony "Brendan Slocumb hits all the right notes in his engrossing debut about a young Black man whose natural talent for music has become the only way to secure his future. The Violin Conspiracy works as a well-plotted heist novel, a look at racism, the music world and a coming-of-age tale."—South Florida Sun-Sentinel "Discipline isnt the only mechanism Slocumb utilizes to convey the depth of Rays passion for his violin. His flowing, vivid language lifts the music off the page and brings the listening experience to life. . . . The Violin Conspiracy takes the reader on a musical journey ripe with passion and intrigue. Slocumbs cogent narrative explores time-worn themes with a fresh and powerful voice."—The Atlanta Journal-Constitution "A big proclamation, but here goes: This is my new favorite book. . . . Its page-turning, poignant, beautiful, and altogether engrossing." —Zibby Owens, KatieCouric.com"Generally, I avoid hype. . . . Slocumbs book, however, is something I cannot hype enough."—CrimeReads"Deeply engrossing . . . Brendan Slocumbs part mystery, part coming-of-age novel unfolds layer by complicated layer. The smooth transition to Rays past effectively introduces a boy whose love for music is instantly infectious. The steps that lead to the discovery of the Stradivarius proceed with suspense and hope, sharing with readers the anxiously excited emotions of a young man enraptured by music, driven to push himself, ready to prove everyone wrong. . . . The multilayered narrative provides insight into one Black mans hard-won success, encouraging compassion for how people of color must surmount additional, unnecessary hurdles. It also takes society to task for discriminatory obstacles that prove insurmountable. Authentic and unexaggerated, this captivating coming-of-age story meets suspenseful crime mystery is a sharp debut."—Shelf Awareness"Entertaining. . . . A gripping novel. . . . A solid page-turner."—Kirkus Reviews"[A] galvanizing blend of thriller, coming-of-age drama, and probing portrait of racism. . . . As Slocumb, himself a Black violinist, describes Rays apprenticeship, always working twice as hard as his non-Black counterparts, we are drawn completely into this moving story of an unfettered love of music and a passionate commitment to performing it. Skillfully juggling his two timelines, Slocumb builds tension exquisitely while writing about music with both technical precision and richly evocative metaphors. This flawless debut will do for classical music what The Queens Gambit did for chess." —Booklist *starred review*"[A] gripping debut. . . . Slocumb sensitively portrays Rays resilience in the face of extreme racism. The author is off to a promising start."—Publishers Weekly"Utterly original and downright gripping, The Violin Conspiracy is more than a mystery—its an unflinching peek into the heart and soul of a gifted Black violinist striving to pursue his passion in the face of adversity. Brendan Slocumbs debut is an essential lesson in artistry, prejudice, and persistence." —Zakiya Dalila Harris, New York Times bestselling author of The Other Black Girl"I loved The Violin Conspiracy for exactly the same reasons I loved The Queens Gambit: a surprising, beautifully rendered underdog hero I cared about deeply and a fascinating, cutthroat world I knew nothing about—in this case, classical music. I devoured this fine novel: every page and every word. And that ending? Never saw it coming."—Chris Bohjalian, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Flight Attendant and Hour of the Witch"Finally, classical music gets the complex treatment it deserves. A wide-eyed look at the art form and its discontents." —Gary Shteyngart, New York Times bestselling author of Little Failure and Lake Success"Magnificent, from the first page to the last, the pace never slackens. It is a gorgeous read. Old violins, international music competitions, human greed, determination, decency—all of these feature in this first-rate novel. The reader will learn about how difficult it is to get anywhere in the world of classical music if your face doesnt fit the prejudiced expectations of some people. All of that is here, and it is all related with dignity, humour and forbearance. Its a wonderful tale by a very fine author who happens to know a lot about music." —Alexander McCall Smith, bestselling author of the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series "The Violin Conspiracy reminds all of us that dreams are worth pursuing, no matter the obstacles in front of us. The struggle to follow your heart is always the same—and this novel inspires us to take the chance, make the leap, and dare to be better. This was a wonderful read." —Misty Copeland, New York Times bestselling author of Life in Motion and principal dancer, American Ballet Theatre Review Quote Praise for Brendan Slocumbs The Violin Conspiracy "Utterly original and downright gripping, The Violin Conspiracy is more than a mystery--its an unflinching peek into the heart and soul of a gifted Black violinist striving to pursue his passion in the face of adversity. Brendan Slocumbs debut is an essential lesson in artistry, prejudice, and persistence." --Zakiya Dalila Harris, New York Times bestselling author of The Other Black Girl "I loved The Violin Conspiracy for exactly the same reasons I loved The Queens Gambit : a surprising, beautifully rendered underdog hero I cared about deeply and a fascinating, cutthroat world I knew nothing about--in this case, classical music. I devoured this fine novel: every page and every word. And that ending? Never saw it coming." --Chris Bohjalian, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Flight Attendant and Hour of the Witch "Finally, classical music gets the complex treatment it deserves. A wide-eyed look at the art form and its discontents." --Gary Shteyngart, New York Times bestselling author of Little Failure and Lake Success "Magnificent, from the first page to the last, the pace never slackens. It is a gorgeous read. Old violins, international music competitions, human greed, determination, decency--all of these feature in this first-rate novel. The reader will learn about how difficult it is to get anywhere in the world of classical music if your face doesnt fit the prejudiced expectations of some people. All of that is here, and it is all related with dignity, humour and forbearance. Its a wonderful tale by a very fine author who happens to know a lot about music." --Alexander McCall Smith, bestselling author of the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series "The Violin Conspiracy reminds all of us that dreams are worth pursuing, no matter the obstacles in front of us. The struggle to follow your heart is always the same--and this novel inspires us to take the chance, make the leap, and dare to be better. This was a wonderful read." --Misty Copeland, New York Times bestselling author of Life in Motion and principal dancer, American Ballet Theatre Excerpt from Book Chapter 1 Day 1: White Chucks, Size 101/2 On the morning of the worst, most earth-shattering day of Ray McMillians life, he ordered room service: scrambled eggs for two, one side of regular bacon (for Nicole), one side of vegan sausage (for him), one coffee (for Nicole), one orange juice (for him). Later, he would try to second-guess those choices and a thousand others that, in hindsight, vibrated in his memory: What if hed ordered French toast instead of eggs? What if grapefruit juice instead of orange? What if no juice at all? Breakfast had materialized before hed gotten out of the shower. Hed lost track of time, caught up in the fingering of the Tchaikovsky Concertos triple-stops, and water sluiced down for ten minutes while he gaped at the tiny bar of hotel soap. When hed walked naked out of the bathroom, the aroma of bacon wreathed the suite. The breakfast tray was waiting on the tiny dining table, the dishes lids still in place. "I didnt even hear them come in," he said. If only every morning room service could magically deliver eggs and sausage. Nicole was curled up in one of the armchairs, watching CNN. She twisted and untwisted a lock of auburn hair, the eighth-note tattoo above her wrist rhythmically flickering and disappearing. "You never hear anything." Another bombing in Jerusalem, and a hurricane bearing down on Indonesia. "I have a confession," she said, not looking away from the TV. "What did you do this time?" She wasnt looking at him, so he took a giant step forward and blocked her view of Indonesia. Gave her something else to look at. "I stole five bucks from your wallet to tip her. Hope that was okay." She eyed his nakedness. "You gonna eat like that?" "Do I need clothes to eat?" He leered at her. "This definitely works for me," she said. "I was just trying to figure out if you were going to get dressed now or if you want to eat, or--" "We need to be out of here within an hour. You need to finish packing." "Im already packed," she said. "Youre the snail in this race." Ray slid on underwear and a T-shirt, grabbed a plate of food, lay back on the messed-up bed. He propped the plate on his stomach. Afterward, he relived all the other choices of the morning: cluelessly packing his suitcase, scouring the suite one more time, pulling up his roller bags handle. He slung the violin case over his right shoulder (should he have put it on the left?), gestured for Nicole to go first with her two roller bags. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing the suite--and what remained--inside. Down the elevator, through the Saint Jacques lobby, checking out, tipping the doorman, who flagged down a cab for each of them: Nicoles, first, to Penn Station. He hefted her suitcases into the trunk, leaving his own roller bag on the sidewalk, the violin case slung securely on his shoulder. She turned to him, pressed her hand against his chest. Her warmth spread through his shirt, her touch like pizzicato--plucking violin strings with fingers he could feel shudder down his spine. "I meant to tell you," she said, "when youre playing the Mozart, I think youre playing the second movement too fast. Just try taking it maybe two clicks slower? Really milk it." "You think? Because Ben Amundsen said to keep the tempo bright." "I know, but you play so much more passionately when its a little slower. Just a little. Try it, all right? For me?" New York battered against them, cars zooming past, splashing last nights rain onto the curb. "Just come to Charlotte. Find a sub," he said. "You come to Erie," she said. "You know I have to practice--" "You can practice just as easily in Erie." "I cant. Theres Janice, theres my space, you know I--" She grabbed his head with both her hands, pulled him toward her, and leaned forward, so their foreheads touched. He closed his eyes, breathed her in. "Ill see you next week," he said. "Youve got this. Rayquan McMillian, future Tchaikovsky Competition gold medalist. Just focus. Visualize it. You can totally do this, you know that? Its going to happen." Another breath he could feel deep in his abdomen. He tilted forward to kiss her. A voice from the cab: "Hey, buddy, you almost done there?" Another moment ruined by New York Citys transportation system. Before he could kiss her, before he could even say "Call me when you get in," shed jumped into the back seat and the taxi door slammed and he stood there like an idiot as the car moved off into traffic. But already the day was hammering at him, his taxi had rolled up, trunk popping open, and he was spilling into the back seat with the violin, his anxiety level rising again. He wanted to be through LaGuardia, back in Charlotte. This morning he hadnt even practiced his music, so now he was itching to pick up his violin, assure himself that he could really make Tchaikovskys voice his own. Only one month left until the competition began: the worlds most prestigious, most difficult classical music competition--judged by the top musicians in the world, as well as an online audience of millions of listeners. Even if he practiced every day, fourteen hours a day, he didnt think hed be ready. He resented wasting the time to fly home. At the airport, he filed into the TSA PreCheck line. Had he only gone through regular security. Why had he been in such a hurry? He should have waited in the long queue. If hed waited, the screener might have randomly pulled his suitcase aside or asked him to open the violin case. Someone would have noticed or asked; it was security, after all. Instead he placed the roller bag on the conveyor belt, violin case behind it, and they sailed through the X-ray and he sailed through the body scan, oblivious. Later, over and over, he replayed in his mind the next two hours: boarding Delta Flight 457, stowing his luggage (the violin case could manspread alone in the overhead bin), returning to Charlotte, home to his little house, the air musty and stale. He lay down on his bed for half an hour, grateful to be back, violin case on the floor next to him, where he always set it. He let the travel wash itself from his skin, into the air, felt himself getting centered. Getting focused, ready to play. It was just after 2:00 p.m. on May 16 when he kicked himself off the bed. He stood up, took three strides across the room, picked up the violin case, and set it on his bureau. He flicked open the left clasp, then the right, and the lid lifted back. His violin was gone. Inside sat a white tennis shoe: a Converse Chuck Taylor All-Star high-top canvas shoe, mens, size 101/2. Ray wore a size 12. Poking out of the shoes mouth like an obscene tongue: a sheet of white office paper, folded in thirds. He unfolded it. SEND $5M IN BITCOIN FROM BISQ TO WALLET 34U69AAV89872 TRANSFER ON JULY 15 BETWEEN 12:00 PM EST-1:00 PM EST YOU WILL RECEIVE NO FURTHER COMMUNICATION Chapter 2 Day 1: Darkness The next few hours were a blur, and all that he could remember afterward was how hed repeatedly opened and closed the violin case. Every time he was absolutely certain--absolutely convinced--that if he opened the case one more time, this time--this time--the violin would be there, glowing, its tiger stripes shimmering like flames: because how could it not be there? Instead the obscenity of its empty mouth gaped back at him. Its barrenness was impossible, as if water were no longer wet. Hed called the Charlotte police and none of it made sense: he was calling to say that the violin was stolen (but of course it wasnt stolen, it was right in its case where it belonged). The house was filled with uniforms and pale faces turning toward him and then they were taking the violin case away from him--how could they take it away from him?--and for moments at a time he forgot how to breathe, as if the air had suddenly become something difficult and foreign. He was talking to New York police and the FBI and then he was on another Delta plane back to New York and it was impossible: because the violin was not on his shoulder and was not within arms reach and he couldnt touch it. Its absence gaped on his back, where the case should have been slung. The violins absence was like nothing hed ever felt before. He could tell you the exact pressure that he should feel--that he should be feeling--of it against his jaw, knew the flare of its ribs the way he knew the flare of his own. His thumb should rest against its neck right where the wood darkened at the seam. The smooth roundness of its back was lit with orange and gold and brown, but those were words and couldnt touch the reality of how the pattern rippled and called out to him in a voice that only he could hear. How could anyone say it was just a violin? When he arrived back at the Saint Jacques, the hotel clerk--the skinny blonde whod been so rude to him last year, so long ago, that first day--put him up in another suite on the same floor as his and Nicoles previous suite. The police were in his old room, but they wouldnt let him in. He wanted to show them exactly where hed stood, where the violin case had rested, but the crime scene crew was dusting and measuring and keeping him out. It didnt matter. The room had already been sanitized for the next guest: all the irreplaceable, priceless forens Details ISBN0593315413 Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 0593315413 ISBN-13 9780593315415 Format Hardcover Author Brendan Slocumb Publication Date 2022-02-01 Imprint Anchor Books Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2022-02-01 NZ Release Date 2022-02-01 US Release Date 2022-02-01 UK Release Date 2022-02-01 Pages 352 Publisher Random House USA Inc Place of Publication New York Subtitle A Novel DEWEY 813.6 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:134317237;

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