I’m powering through my resentment and reading Atonement. Every sentence, no, every word affirms my hatred of the characters, the prose, all of it. I really can’t stand this book.
Then a song on my iPod coincides with the bus-stop kiss, p.206 …and I have to stop reading for a two-minute heaving sob. The music, Michael Nyman’s The Embrace, and the moment described, were so tender together I was beside myself, and I’ve softened a bit since; I’ve downgraded the intense loathing to a mild aversion.
A postmortem on why I’ve subconsciously linked the music with this novel reveals:
- treacherous little girls in both The Piano and Atonement, and
- the illicit and devastating passion between main characters.