Roosevelt, Muir, Clio and Me: A Novel of Loss and Discovery by David Matthew Wilcox
Excerpt from Chapter Twelve – “Among Jefferson’s Books”:
Music blasting from overhead speakers filled the bedrooms where
Winston and Clio slept. Sitting up with a start, Winston checked
his watch. It was 7:00 a.m. His initial reaction to the music was something on
the order of “what the heck . . . ?” After another more lucid moment, he
smiled and laid his head back down on the pillow, tucking both hands under
the back of his neck. Within another ten seconds, Clio burst into his room.
“WHAT THE HELL?” she blurted out, arms flailing.
“Come lay down next to me, kid. I’ll fill you in.” Clio plopped herself
down on top of the covers without a word. Winston then asked, “Do you recognize
“You know I don’t know this stuff like you do, Papa. What is it?”
“It’s Richard Wagner’s Tannhauser Overture. Hampy is playing a game
with us . . . or with me. Did I ever tell you how I got into classical music?”
“Nope,” she said simply, grabbing a share of Winston’s pillow.