Synesthesia OR Something like fireworks

Any fan of Borges should visit the world of Alex Rose's The Musical Illusionist.

Matching with the novel's poor review on Amazon.com, it is not necessarily a work of a literary talent. Alex Rose is a filmmaker, and this is his first novel. Regardless, his work is clever and provoking; Rose simplifies theories and science, but that is part of its magic- it reads like a fairy tale. Fairy tales have little regard to explaining their simplified truths. Details and explanation destroy the concept of illusion. Reading requires a suspension of disbelief.

The book is set in the Library of Tangents, an underground archive of treasures, places where you the reader become an exhibit yourself. The final exhibit is the story of the musical illusionist, Phelix Lamark. The story leaves me dreaming of it as a film where the narrative unfolds in the same nature of Perfume and Dustin Hoffman plays Lamark's patriarch.

I now find myself hitting the wind chimes on way to lunch at work, or listening carefully to the sound of the electric motors on BART. I also find myself attempting to associate colors with sounds, inspired by Lamark's final orchestration entitled Chromatica.