Vector A Modern Love Story

Vector A Modern Love Story

by Jennifer J. Brown

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ISBN-13: 9780983821137
Publisher: JJBrown Author
Publication date: 11/30/2011
Pages: 172
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.40(d)
Age Range: 13 Years

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Vector a Modern Love Story 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
nebulalights More than 1 year ago
Eva is a young rising opera student in New York City performing in La bohème, which seems to draw parallels to her own life. In this instance the frame story narrative structure works well to enhance the story. Eva is in love with Michael, a middle aged philanthropist. Michael and his close friend, physician Emanuel Victor operate a healthcare foundation based in New York City and South Africa. In this tale much of the content pertains to tuberculosis, disease, and illness, but mainly HIV, shedding a light on the HIV/AIDS global epidemic. J.J. Brown's scientific background enables her to delve into meticulous detail regarding various sicknesses, all while not losing the reader. As its title suggests it's "A Modern Love Story." However it contains elements of tragedy, suspense, and mystery, amongst others. To classify it in one specific genre would be erroneous. Vector features a cast of characters whose lives are intertwined. Tension mounts as we discover their secrets, and the impact they have on one another's lives. What makes this novel work is how the author takes an eclectic dramatis personae and brings about an array of emotions, that both you and the characters experience, a feat not easily achieved. Feel the pain, feel the love, feel the hope.
LauraLME More than 1 year ago
This book is an incredible journey through pain, loss and hope. It is also a beautiful tale of innocent first loves and sudden realization that life can be a mined territory of selfish self-confessed "love" and deception. The story pulls you right in, making you feel every character's emotional state, you feel the fear of losing physical capabilities, the terror of a disease discovery and the pain of missing lost ones. The heavy blanket of death is upon the story, almost like a constant presence and at the same time, the feeling of knowing that life must go on, it will still happen every day, no matter what! J.J. writes in a sophisticated way, describing objects as taking a photograph of their shape and color, but also the sense of their mood in the scene. Characters are tridimensional (if not polyhedric) in every aspect: they live, talk, think and dream and even their dreams have the same texture of reality. A delicate poetic touch is also part of this great story and can be found in the words of a letter or in the description of a scene. What I found amazing, is that, I could almost forget at times that I was reading about terminal diseases and horrible health conditions, as the exact scientific approach in the description of the medical details, would alternate the incredible waves of immense "feeling in love" state expressed through Eva and Raoul. Reading this book has definitely made me think about the meaning of hope through "impossible" conditions and love through "terrible" situations, keeping me glued to the story and looking for more pages to turn, after the last one! Absolutely a "MUST READ"!
Mike_M99 More than 1 year ago
When you did that high school science class with the string, the wood block, and the ramp the teacher told you about vectors. The teacher told you how you could break down the force on the string pulling the block up the ramp, the friction force between the block and the ramp, and the force of gravity pulling the block backwards down the ramp into X and Y components of force. You learned to figure out how they all worked together to explain how the block moved up the ramp. It seems that there were different parts of the force from string, friction, and gravity all inside just that tugging on the string, if you thought about it a certain way. The vectors were the forces and directions, and you learned to understand them by adding up all the X and Y parts of each. If you took physics in college you found out that a vector was part of a matrix, not the one with columns of green numbers falling like rain in a virtual world, but a table built of numbers in two directions. You could write down all the parts of the force on the string and the block in the matrix, and then figure out more about the experiment that way. The matrix had vectors in it. And, if you went even further in college, maybe graduate school, you came across tensors. Tensors are matrices and vectors all lumped together in a mathematical framework that you can turn and twist and peer into to figure out all kinds of things about the world. With tensors you can see how the ramp bends from the weight of the block as it moves over it, or how the string stretches when you start to pull on it and pops back once the block starts to move. Of course in the Vector book the vector is a disease vector. A disease vector is a line of links and methods for transmission of a disease. Disease vectors are things like the mosquito spreading malaria, or the flea and the rodent are the vector for the Black Death. Like the tensor, a complete disease vector to humans has many connected parts and complicated steps to get the pathogen spread around and inserted into the right place inside its human host, where the germ will thrive. In the disease vector how the humans behave and act can make the whole transmission system work or not work for the microbe. The vector in the book is one with many parts and many interconnected people. It is about how people live and love in the world, and how emotions can cause us to make mistakes that change everything in an instant. The book has music in it too, from the opera stage to the dances that individual people do with each other. It is about how they, and us, are dancing with everything else in the world at the same time we cavort with the each other. The player’s steps spin and twirl with everything from the invisible poor to a disease that counts the beat right along with the dancers, so that it can reproduce and thrive itself as part of the performance. Like life, Vector is analog. There are no clean little digital steps with beginnings and ends. It is a flow of streams and torrents and eddies and trickles. Many, many vectors all going in different directions, all connected.