Hersey has written many outstanding works, from White Lotus to A Bell for Adano. This work, while still displaying his talent for putting words on a page that can engross and involve the reader, is, unfortunately, not one of his best.
The work is structured around the conceit of following the happenings of a single violin from its conception and construction by Stradivari through various owners right through to modern times. The first section, with its strong characterization of Stradivari himself and his two sons, and detailing the loving care with which the violin was put together, is perhaps the best, as it does seem to capture the magical feelings that a superb instrument in the hands of a master can invoke in all within hearing range.
But after this first section, Hersey seems to lose his way. Each section is composed in a different style of presentation, from a dialog of letters between Mozart and his acquaintances, a multiple point-of-view look at Stravinsky, to a screenplay about a modern Wall Street wheeler-dealer. Clearly this was meant to be a counter-point to the many voices that the violin itself can produce, but it doesn't totally work. Perhaps this due to the fact that the people being portrayed are simply not all that likeable - this is especially true of the last section, where we are really looking at a white-collar criminal whose understanding of music is minimal. In-between each major section is an `Intermezzo', where Hersey details some of the real historical facts about his characters, along with some made-up `facts' about this particular violin. These sections are interesting and do provide some continuity, and highlight for me anyway the fact that Hersey started as a journalist and this method of detailing a story is his strongest.
This book may have been the inspiration for the movie The Red Violin, but if so, it was for the basic conceit only, as all the details of the movie are different from those of this book. In some ways, the movie is better, for the simple reason that you get to hear a real superb violin in the hands of a master. While Hersey valiantly attempts to bring that aural experience to the pages of this book, it's really an impossible task.
Reviewed by Patrick Shepherd (hyperpat)