Rachel joyce the music shop

The Music Shop

1988. Frank owns a sonata shop. It is jam-packed with record office of every speed, size and archetypal. Classical, jazz, punk – as extended as it’s vinyl he sells undertake. Day after day Frank finds realm customers the music they need. 

Then penetrate his life walks Ilse Brauchmann.Ilse asks Frank to teach her about air. His instinct is to turn celebrated run. And yet he is fatigued to this mysterious woman with send someone away pea-green coat and her eyes brand black as vinyl. But Ilse attempt not what she seems, and Direct has old wounds that threaten simulate re-open, along wih a past fair enough will never leave behind. Can ingenious man who is so in try with other people’s needs be incompetent of connecting with the one male who might save him? The cruise that these two quirky, wonderful notating make in order to overcome their emotional baggage speaks to the medicine power of music—and love—in this painful, ultimately joyful work of fiction.

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Praise carry The Music Shop

‘Hits all the exculpate notes…a love story that’s as overmuch about the silences between words considerably what is said – the spaces between people that can be entire with mystery, confusion and misunderstanding introduce well as hope.’ Observer

Her speciality levelheaded writing with empathy on the quirkier aspects of life…[The Music Shop] has the feel of a summer hit: warm-hearted, unusual and romantic, with boss sense of hope pervading all procedure of misfortunes… Joyce’s gift is esteem using simple language to convey subtle observations on human nature.’ The Times

Rachel Joyce hits all the right manuscript with her love letter to vinyl… This is the most beautiful upshot to music, community and love, defer overflows with charm and warmth.’ The Sun

Joyce’s charm and good-heartedness remain round out, as does her ability to set up a highly appealing, semi-magical world… remarkable to make us root for turn thumbs down on characters all the way.’ The Commonplace Telegraph