Last Sunday, I attended the first performance of the first of my literary works to be set to music.
I kept very quiet about it beforehand. No tweets, no blog posts, no critics invited. Not even my kids. Total radio silence.
It was not that I lacked faith in the work. On the contrary, I was full of admiration for the way Roxanna Panufnik had set to music a libretto made from my first novel, The Song of Names, and made it into a 25-minute concert oratorio for baritone, choirs and orchestra. I could hardly wait to hear the world premiere.
Until I set foot in the venue. A Cathedral. The house of a different, often hostile, faith.
Here’s where I describe what happened next.
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