Narratively

“…my piano teacher made me watch the horror movie Amadeus, based on Peter Shaffer’s play. Then I knew myself. The third-rate composer Antonio Salieri, railing at God for depriving him of genius, was my kind of people, the patron saint of mediocrities: yearbook deputy editors, marching band auxiliary percussionists, Salieri partisans…. And I knew my Mozart.”

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Art by Ayun Halliday