When Edwin St. Andrew arrives in a small Canadian town, a random walk in the woods leads to an experience that shocks this exiled Englishman to his core . Not only does Edwin hear the strain of a violin, it's almost as if he's gone to the place where that violin is playing, for a short moment. How is such a thing possible? And how can Edwin's experience connect to the experience, centuries later, of novelist Olive Llewellyn who writes about an airship terminal and the strains of a violin?
I actually don't even want to say anymore about this time slipping woven tapestry of a novel. I had no idea of what to expect before I read and so I was very intrigued by where this novel took me - both in time and in space. It is sort of all over the place and yet, it kept me right there, along for the ride. I wasn't ever super confused, the ideas here are plausible enough that I could just go along with it. The ending caught me a tiny bit by surprise but not in an annoying way - I just found this interesting.
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