The person I am writing this to cannot read. She cannot write, and not talk either, although the top experts in the country have tried teaching her for many years. Some words came along, and she did put them into use, but then they crumbled in her mouth. She used them differently than other people. She pronounced the words correctly, but didn’t know what they meant. She tasted them, sang them, tossed them around, so that they started to mean everything and nothing, and then they got mixed with her other sounds, got lost in her play with her tongue and her vocal chords, disappeared into the howl and the mumbling, and we didn’t hear them again.
As a young man he worked as a bus driver and dreamt of becoming a writer. One day, a girl stepped on to the bus. She looked at him in the mirror. When she got off, he left the bus in order to follow her. Now, their daughter has grown up and he is an established writer. Can he finally write the novel about her? Sing is a beautiful, deeply personal novel about life with a daughter who has autism.
‘a shining novel filled with tenderness, tragedy and momentous scenes ... Gratefulness is the strongest feeling I am left with after reading Sing.’
‘A heartbreakingly beautiful, vulnerable and wise novel about being the parent of an autistic child.’