I have been reading about a composer in Stuttgart, Florian Käppler, who, to commemorate the deportation and murder of 959 Jews one day 70 years ago, has created a sound installation with the notes arranged according to the intials of the victims names. He calls it The Symphony of Names.
My novel is called The Song of Names
It centres on a similar act of musical commemoration, though in a subtler, more adhesive form.
Coincidence? I guess so. There’s no ownership of an idea and I’m quite curious to hear Mr Käppler’s installation.