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Julius Bl\u00fcthner, a German piano maker in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries,<\/strong> was a legend in his time. He would take the train from Leipzig to the mountains of Romania to personally choose the spruce trees which would become, after a process involving many steps and many years, a piano. One of the Bl\u00fcthner factory\u2019s rare instruments, which would \u201copen up and gather into itself a unique history,\u201d is a main character in Chris Cander\u2019s latest novel, The Weight of a Piano<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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The story begins with the birth of the piano and then leaps across time and space, first to Bakersfield, California, in 2012, where auto mechanic Clara Lundy is a twenty-six-year-old orphan, trying not to want anything because life has taught her that if she wants it too badly, she cannot keep it; then to Zagorsk, USSR, in 1962, where eight-year-old Ekaterina \u201cKatya\u201d Dmitrievna is kept awake at night by a piano-playing neighbor, an old German man who\u2019d been blinded \u201cby either shrapnel or guilt.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Katya inherits an antique, shining ebony Bl\u00fcthner upright piano from her neighbor; Clara\u2019s father, he of the loud silences (\u201cHush,<\/em> they said. I\u2019m busy or Maybe later or I forgot.\u201d<\/em>), gifts her a  Bl\u00fcthner for her twelfth birthday. Katya\u2019s piano is lost in the complicated immigration to America; Clara\u2019s piano is a \u201cpaperweight, keeping what was left of her childhood memories from floating away.\u201d Having never learned to play, and breaking her hand maneuvering the 564-pound paperweight up a flight of stairs during her latest move, Clara posts the Bl\u00fcthner for sale. Needled by second and third thoughts, Clara tries to remove the sale notice but too late: a photographer in New York has bought it.<\/p>\n

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The Weight of a Piano: A Novel<\/em> is Chris Cander\u2019s third novel. A work of literary fiction that spans decades and continents, Cander\u2019s latest offering is an original, creative tackling of the essentially solitary human condition; the effort required of women to claim full personhood (I love you now change); and the frightening vulnerability necessary to connect with another, defiant in the face of the transitory nature of all things.<\/p>\n

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The story is told in three third-person accounts: that of Clara, Katya, and the piano. \u201cI want to say that there\u2019s a reason this piano exists in the world. This specific piano. That there\u2019s something important about it, to the people who made it, to the people who played it and lost and found it and lost it again.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Cander\u2019s women are each quite different from one another. While I appreciated the younger Katya, bemused and curious to see what she\u2019d do next, I grew impatient with Clara\u2019s (altogether understandable) pre-emptive strikes (\u201cself-sufficient and self-contained, reliable instead of reliant\u201d) and skittishness, shying like a wild thing from perceived threats to her jealously guarded independence. The two women\u2019s paths cross in myriad ways, diverging in apposition; as Katya ages, she seems to diminish; as Clara ages she becomes bolder, more decisive.<\/p>\n

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There are a handful of slips in The Weight of a Piano<\/em>. \u201cHis eyes glazed with animal desire\u201d is unworthy of Cander. Granted, sex is hard to write well and it\u2019s where the clich\u00e9s reliably appear\u2014not surprising but a touch disappointing. And why print an entire letter in Cyrillic?<\/p>\n

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Imagery such as this makes up for the slips: \u201cThis amplified tension between [Clara\u2019s] parents so dense and sticky, always came and went, and now it was there again, like a spider web that had been spun in the night.\u201d The stark extremity of Death Valley serves as inspired metaphor, providing a backdrop supremely indifferent to the human dramas playing out \u2014 all sorts of things are dying out there.<\/p>\n

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The piano tries to please \u2014 it has abandonment issues, too. \u201cOh, how hard it had tried to produce the right sounds, grateful as it was to finally have been asked to once again.\u201d The denouement unexpectedly features the Bl\u00fcthner\u2019s point of view \u2014 compelling and, oddly, more affecting than the people. \u201cIt felt as though it were twice its actual size, a burden to itself and others \u2026 564 pounds plus the invisible emotional and musical heft.\u201d The piano is burdened by the hopes, dreams, disappointments, and griefs of its humans. \u201cThat\u2019s not music. Let me go.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Cander\u2019s The Weight of a Piano<\/em> showcases her development as a powerful storyteller, reminding me of Accordion Crimes<\/em> (Scribner, 1997) by the great Annie Proulx<\/strong>. Steadily, warily, the two halves of this story move toward each other, and what follows is a tale of the paradoxical power of art \u2014 the duality that transfigures, enslaving some and setting others free.<\/p>\n

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