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Fiction. This collection of stories revolving around the world of classical music is the second collection of short stories from this well-known flutist and award-winning writer. Charles Wyatt was principal flutist for the Nashville Symphony for 25 years. Along the way, he also began writing poems and stories, frequently utilizing his musical background in the process. He earned an MFA degree at Warren Wilson College and published a novel and a short story collection to great acclaim. He has taught writing and literature at, among others, Oberlin College, Purdue University, and Denison University. Nashville remains his home between teaching assignments. Now we play Hindemith. Mathis der maler. The orchestration is inspired, leaving a sing flute note to fill the hall after a tumultuous passage. I wonder at it. A single note. But the hall filled with it. We must all breathe it in, swim through it. It is a chilling, invisible thing.
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Fiction. This collection of stories revolving around the world of classical music is the second collection of short stories from this well-known flutist and award-winning writer. Charles Wyatt was principal flutist for the Nashville Symphony for 25 years. Along the way, he also began writing poems and stories, frequently utilizing his musical background in the process. He earned an MFA degree at Warren Wilson College and published a novel and a short story collection to great acclaim. He has taught writing and literature at, among others, Oberlin College, Purdue University, and Denison University. Nashville remains his home between teaching assignments. Now we play Hindemith. Mathis der maler. The orchestration is inspired, leaving a sing flute note to fill the hall after a tumultuous passage. I wonder at it. A single note. But the hall filled with it. We must all breathe it in, swim through it. It is a chilling, invisible thing.