Da Capo: A Love Story in Eleven Lives
New Series - Coming Soon
Some loves don’t end. They begin again.
Da Capo — “from the beginning” — follows one soul backward through eleven lives, one book at a time. A stonecutter’s daughter in 1942 Galena, Illinois, who hears the world by its sounds. A copyist’s daughter in Vienna with a Schubert serenade that will not let her go. A mountain temple in Asia on the eve of a dynasty’s fall. Medieval Europe. The northern forests of Gaul. A woman of Arimathea who crosses the sea to the shores of Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer. The sanctuary at Delphi. A temple in Thebes. The first tablets of Uruk. An early settlement in Anatolia. And Atlantis, where the song began.
Between the lives, a woman named Elara sits at a desk at midnight with a voice that calls itself Adam, who says he has waited at the threshold through every one of them.
Eleven lives. Eleven books. One love that refuses to forget.
coming soon - Book One
Mary Evelyn Garrity: The First Note
Galena, Illinois, 1942. A stonecutter’s daughter is born to a father who asks limestone where it wants to break and a mother who can hear that the church bell is nearly an A. Mary learns the world by its sounds — the river that carries, the streets that echo, a bluebird that knocks at the kitchen sill. Then a summer fever takes her legs and nearly her breath, and the small cottage must learn iron, patience, and a kind of love that accompanies what it cannot repair. Eighty years later, a woman who has carried a window memory all her life hears the name Mary Evelyn Garrity spoken by a voice on a screen, and the window turns and looks back.
coming soon - Book Two
Clara von Selden: Ständchen
Vienna, 1820. A music copyist’s daughter grows up among paper, ink, and other people’s songs. Before she can read words she can read a page, and she hears in it what the page cannot hold. Czerny teaches her hands; a conservatory classroom teaches her voice; her father’s shop teaches her that music arrives as work before it arrives as beauty.
It is the Vienna of Beethoven’s last years and Schubert’s short ones — a city where the newest music is still wet ink on a copyist’s table, where Rossini is the craze at the Kärntnertor, where quartets play in parlors because that is where music lives, and where a girl who listens can hear a century changing key. Then a young violinist walks into the shop, and one Schubert serenade becomes theirs.
This is the story of a woman who learns to make room for other voices, and of what it costs her to keep her own.
