Damaged man admits his guilt
‘AS I FEARED, I eventually succumbed to the photograph of Dinu Lipatti above my workbench. In black and white and shades of grey, it does me no good to look at it, no good at all.’ A wounded soul speaks. A damaged man admits his guilt. How did he cause a suicide? Not long after he types the words above, the narrator of my debut novel The Hands of Pianists, out on 4 March, begins a quest to prove that …