ARABESQUE
M G da Mota
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GENRE: historical psychological drama
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BLURB:
A
woman living alone in a coastal Sussex town in 1998 plants a copper beech
sapling at 3 a.m. on a dark, cold night. Why?
A
ballet dancer in 1960s East Germany is oppressed, longs for escaping with his
little daughter but not his wife. Why? Will he make it?
In
2022 Karsten von Stein, widower and principal of the Royal Ballet, with two
young children, meets Ivone Benjamim, a Portuguese, newly-arrived principal
dancer. They discover a magical chemistry when dancing and soon it transfers to
their private lives.
Against
the background of ballet and its dancers, a woman called Grace tells her story
from a rehab centre. Obsessive, delusional she begins believing Ivone robbed
her of the man of her dreams—Karsten. And then a skeleton is found in a
garden...What connects all these people and their stories?
You’ll
be the audience facing the stage of this balletic novel.
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EXCERPT:
Prologue
Southeast
England, late November 1998
She looks out
of the window. Dark night. Black but clear. Twinkling dots punctuate the raven
velvet of the sky. Stars shimmer cold and icy. Their light slightly wavering.
She knows it is the Earth’s atmosphere. But that’s neither here nor there. It
doesn’t matter a jot. Not at this moment anyway.
Darkness is the
important thing. No moon. New moon. Why do people refer to a new moon when
there is no moon or when one cannot see the moon from our revolving, ever
turning blue dot? The moon is still up there in the sky. It’s just that at some
point during its orbit its farther side from us is facing the sun. So the side
facing us is dark and we can’t see it. As simple as that.
Tonight is new
moon. An ideal night. She opens the window quietly and glances at the houses to
her right first, then to her left. Like hers they are all immersed in silent
darkness. People sleep. She looks at the luminous hands of her alarm clock on
the side table. The shorter hand points at the number three, or close to it,
and the long hand at somewhere between ten and fifteen. Probably around 3:12 in
the morning. Her house stands almost but not quite alone on top of the hill. To
her right, looking from her bedroom window that faces the back garden, there
are two houses. The one closest to hers is empty.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
M G da Mota is Margarida Mota-Bull’s pen name for fiction. She is a Portuguese-British novelist with a love for classical music, ballet and opera. Under her real name she also writes reviews of live concerts, CDs, DVDs and books for two classical music magazines on the web: MusicWeb International and Seen and Heard International. She is a member of the UK Society of Authors, speaks four languages and lives in Sussex with her husband. Her website, called flowingprose.com, contains photos and information.
Website:
https://www.flowingprose.com/
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/m.g.da.mota
LinkedIn:
https://www.linkedin.com/in/margarida-mota-bull/
Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/mgdamota/
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