“I wish you could hear the bells” We are many and we sit in a circle. I light a match for us to pass around. Inquiry is distraction’s lover. Our fathers have died, or will. We have read Maya Sonenberg’s After the Death of Shostakovich Père, a dark music of spiritual interruptions, a predictive diary, … Continue reading After the Death of Shostakovich Père, a memoir by Maya Sonenberg, reviewed by Barton Smock