Roz Morris’s “My Memories of a Future Life” consists of four parts, which can be purchased separately or as one volume. But however you’d prefer to buy it, please do. Though technically a new novelist, Morris claims an extensive background in authorship, and judging from the impeccable quality of her writing there is no reason to doubt her.
I suppose on some level it must be said that her story deals with reincarnation–both past and future lives–and for that matter begins in a yoga studio. But if you’re not into this type of thing, don’t let it scare you away. Because what Morris is really writing about is the difficult challenge of life itself. You do not have to believe in reincarnation to enjoy or be enriched by this book. Whatever lifetime she is in, Carol Lear, a pianist whose seemingly physical condition is keeping her from playing, is a finely nuanced character. All of her thoughts, emotions, and deeds ring true. The point is not whether reincarnation happens, but that life happens. In fact, while reading it you may find yourself wishing that reincarnation doesn’t exist. For just one lifetime can be more than enough to deal with. Morris eschews the narcissistic or self-pitying attitudes that sometimes accompanies an interest in other lifetimes, and instead makes the idea of reincarnation–living forever–seem an inescapable element of the human condition. At times, the novel reminded me of Doris Lessing–though at the risk of committing a sacrilege, Morris is much more readable.
The book is surprisingly suspenseful, because you never know where Morris is going to take you next. And the ending is like the crescendo of a symphony. Bravo!
Jon P. Bloch
(The Kindle Book Review)