"I hate music." His voice rises, and for the first time this evening he speaks with a hoarse intensity. "I hate this incomprehensible, melodius, language which select people can understand and use to say unihibited, irregular things that are also problably indecent and immoral. Watch their faces and see how strangely they change when they're listening to music."Embers is written by a Hungarian writer originally published in 1942. I agree with other critics who call the writing masterful. The book is full of passion and intrigue- all dispensed by the primary character while seated in a heated discussion with an old friend. Yes, it is somewhat reminscient of the movie "My dinner with Andre", but this book delves deeply into inner thoughts and feelings on love, betrayal, revenge, friendship, anger and much more.
The story and message are timeless in this great book. The author is intelligent and original. There are great lines through out the book, such as, "When he listened to music, he listened with his whole body, as longingly as a condemned man in his cell aches for the sound of distant feet perhaps bringing news of his release." Embers is the perfect title for this about about burning passions that consume humans.
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