Music critic Alex Ross writes for The New Yorker, a popular 
                  highbrow magazine in the United States. For some 15 years, he 
                  has been the magazine’s classical (well, not entirely) 
                  music critic, and has written a previous book, The Rest is 
                  Noise, a history of 20th century music. His latest book 
                  is not a narrative like the first one, but rather a collection 
                  of columns from The New Yorker, revised for book publication, 
                  together with some new essays. 
                    
                  Ross refuses to be locked into classical music - which he would 
                  prefer be called “the music” - and the book “offers 
                  a panoramic view of the musical scene, from Bach to Björk 
                  and beyond.” Ross is an excellent writer, and has encyclopaedic 
                  knowledge of music. Interestingly, he grew up listening only 
                  to classical music, and only discovered other genres when in 
                  college; his first non-classical purchases were punk rock, notably 
                  Pere Ubu and Sonic Youth. But he has caught up on those missed 
                  years, and, in addition to a number of essays about classical 
                  music, also writes about Radiohead, Bob Dylan, Björk and 
                  others. 
                    
                  Ross seems to love music for the sheer pleasure of it, and writes, 
                  at one point, about listening, over a period of three months 
                  to all of Mozart’s works in the 180-disc Philips edition. 
                  He discusses Brahms, Mozart and Schubert, but also gives some 
                  in vivo reports on the Marlboro Music festival, looks 
                  at music education, takes a road trip with the St. Lawrence 
                  Quartet, and attends ten Bob Dylan concerts to try to understand 
                  the latest iteration of this great performer. He’s a hands-on 
                  type of writer, combining criticism and reporting, and his articles 
                  are open to the world, not closed to the uninitiated. 
                    
                  This is a hugely entertaining book; there is no music theory 
                  here, but rather a look at music from the eyes - or ears - of 
                  the common listener. While the printed word cannot express music, 
                  Ross has two ways to go beyond print. First, the audio-book 
                  version, read by the author, contains some thirty musical extracts, 
                  something impossible to include in the book. And, his web 
                  site features a plethora of audio samples for readers to 
                  check out, as well as photos, videos and more. 
                    
                  Ross proves, through this book, and through his New Yorker 
                  articles, just how vast music can be. He is a fine advocate 
                  for the view that one should not limit one’s listening 
                  to just a single genre (if “classical” could indeed 
                  be reduced to a genre), and should explore the variegated types 
                  of music that are around us. If anything, the lesson from this 
                  book is that all music can be interesting if you just open your 
                  ears. 
                    
                  Kirk McElhearn