Two artists fly from two corners of the world to Vienna to unearth the mystery of the father of romantic music Beethoven's lost ballet The Creatures of Prometheus. They are like marionettes pulled by the strings of Beethoven, always looking up to the sky to identify the invisible hands surrounding the series of coincidences which draw them together. In the city of music all artists are drawn to the fire of Prometheus, rising toward the sun, turning around the horizon in circles until man lies suspended between the spinning earth and the dizzy sky. In this fantastic exploration into romantic relationships the artists' reality tends ever closer to magic realism as their stories merge in a climatic rhyming symphony. In mythology and theology, the male and female once existed as a single essence, before their creator split them apart. They will only rest after rediscovering one another, to become one and whole again. The Flight of the Wooden Dancer explores the essence of romantic relationships, compared to the relation between the creator and his art, through natural and unnatural forms of life.
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'As seductively beautiful as a ballet, this book resonates like a symphony and the zeitgeist is sublimely musical, the high notes ascending to the spiritual infinite, but the melody always brought comfortably back to earth by homely touches. Terms like 'magical realism' and 'metaphysical' are woolly in the extreme - rather say the lyrical prose reads like music set to words and, like the themes of any great symphony, these words evoke a medley of moods, both complimentary and contradictory. And behind it all, playing gently and now forcefully, is the leitmotif of Beethoven's music: the Gross Fugue, the Eroica, the Seventh Symphony Allegretto and The Creatures of Prometheus Opus 43. Prometheus, the titan who stole fire from the Gods to give mankind, also gave them the gift of the arts, foremost of which was music, including the knowledge of nature encrypted in a secret language handed down in musical form. The book interrogates the nature of the arts - all arts, but particularly music: what is music, what function does it perform? Do Eastern cultures, which value emotional improvisations on a theme, and Western cultures, who appreciate passion and technique allied to a perfect reproduction of a set of given notes, differ in their interpretations of a definition? It is suggested that the true nature of music is to be found in every single thing around us - even total silence denotes the harmony of complete rest - and the purpose of music is, ultimately, to quiet and organize the senses. The story of The Flight of the Wooden Dancer is secondary to the style of the storytelling: it is a prose poem of near perfection, packed with phrases that glow like precious gems caught in a sunbeam. A delicate embroidery of words, a tapestry of classical metaphors and allusions, a simplistically sophisticated style, and an eye-opening exegesis of musical mysteries and medley'