I love (love, love) Eva Hoffman's 'The Secret' and while I didn't enjoy this novel quite as much I still think Hoffman writes beautifully, and interestingly, and that she creates atmosphere and emotion so well. The heroine of this novel is a pianist who has left her husband but is finding it hard to let go; she is on tour in Europe, flying from to city to city but finding little that distinguishes one from the other; as she travels she reads the memoirs of her old mentor who reflects on his past, the nature of time, the modern condition and its relation to music/art; she also reminisces about her own past and her family, particularly her brother's death; and finally the plot is driven by her chance meeting with a charismatic Chechen radical with whom she begins an affair. The set up of the romance plot is rather mills and boon-ian (she is the 'artistic' career woman but rather passive, he is the handsome, foreign 'bad boy' who seduces her...) but such a set up is purposely misleading. This is not a 'romance' novel in any conventional sense of the term - but nor is it terribly political. It is in between, committing wholly to neither theme. Indeed, the overriding theme is the music - the way music 'works', the way musicians play, the way music may or may not have the capability to make sense of the world and the self - life and love. Perhaps this is why the novel didn't resonate with me to the degree that The Secret did. I don't play an instrument or appreciate music perhaps as much as I should... I think readers with a better understanding of music would find something in this text which I perhaps was not quite able to grasp. That said, I found this a compelling, well told, well written, and interestingly structured novel and recommend it as a thought provoking and atmospheric read.