Someone — and for once, I’m not sure who it was, possibly Updike — once noted that “Americans are extremely unwilling to have someone be good at two different things.” Our sole cultural exception at the moment is for the omnipresent-in-media rapper-turned-actor, likely in recognition of the fact that rapping is
a) not very hard from a technical or effort perspective, thus freeing up time to learn another skill;
b) much like acting in the sense that virtually none of the “gangster rappers” were gangsters and very few of the “trap rappers” have done any pimping and so on. Compare the excellent work done by Ice-T or LL Cool J in various movies to Pavarotti’s turn in “Yes, Giorgio!” if you want a study in contrasts.
Yet it’s perfectly reasonable to assume that extraordinary people have extraordinary abilities in multiple areas. Most professional athletes can also point to success in other sports at an earlier level, or even in another professional discipline. From DaVinci to John Ruskin to Donald Knuth, the history books are filled with men who have worked the ragged edge in multiple fields of study or endeavor.
Is concert pianist and citizen-of-the-world Hyperion Knight one of those fellows? Now’s your (and my) chance to find out.
“Hype” has written a book that appears to toil in the deeply furrowed, but also (on occasion) deeply satisfying, field of ancient secrets-slash-conspiracies. The mystery at the center of the book is very real, although currently unsolved. I’ve ordered a copy of “The Manuscript” for myself; if you do the same, let me know what you think. Even if it’s no good, Hype can fall back on the consolation self-administered by the wacky ‘Feel My Fire’ dude: “Well, I’ll still be handsome.”