Virtuoso by Yelena Moskovich
English | 2019 | General Fiction/Classics | ePUB | 1.1 Mb
Virtuoso: For the first ten years of her life, Jana was a simple Czech girl, a watercolour. Her days were a clock run by the Czechoslovakian State Security, snapping hidden photos in their plainclothes. Much fervent artwork was created: Man Subverting Republic (Black and White), Woman Distributing (Tryptic). Man and Woman Organizing (Reprint).
Jana was a watercolour, until the raven-haired girl Zorka came. Jana, now an interpreter in Paris, hasn’t seen Zorka in a decade.
Aimée is in Paris too, happily married and trying to get into her hotel room. On the other side of the door is her wife Dominique, face down on the hotel linen, one hand drooping off the side of the bed, fingers curled in, wedding ring white gold like an eye frozen mid-wink.
A body now, no longer a person.
As Aimée and Jana’s stories slowly circle through time and place, they lead inexorably together…
Written with the dramatic tension of a Euripides tragedy, the dreamlike quality of a David Lynch film and the imagination of a unique talent, Yelena Moskovich’s Virtuoso is an audacious, mesmerising novel of love, desire, identity and belonging.
“The two women put their maps side by side as if they could complete each other’s scope and traced their eyes up and down the grid of numbered letters.
“The doctor that’s speaking at the Global Plastics round table,” the woman began speaking aimlessly as she searched, “that’s my father. He’s a prosthetics specialist.”
“You work with your father?” Jana asked.
“I mean I used to be his assistant, like a welcome desk secretary to be honest, but that was years back. No, now I work for a friend of his actually, a gynaecologist, his clinic is right next to the Portuguese Embassy, above Parc Monceau, on the—”
“N39,” Jana pointed to a small square in the south-east corner of the hall.
“That’s funny,” the woman said. “I walked around N36, N37 over and over again and didn’t see it . . .”
The two women parted their maps and folded them into their respective blazer pockets.”