I fell in love with the work of Alessandro Scarlatti a few months back, and have been listening to him every day since then. Also read a book about him (the most excellent Alessandro Scarlatti: An Introduction to His Operas by Donald Jay Grout...available on Internet Archive). And I plan on spending a lot of time with him in the future as I work my way through the 30 CD Box Set I bought...and the other four sets of his complete works which are available through Spotify. (Whew!)
But I'd never heard of this fellow before I stumbled upon him, and from what I read in Mr. Grout's book, Scarlatti has pretty much been forgotten.
So I was astounded when I was reading The King's Daughter (by Vonda N. McIntyre) to my daughter yesterday and...
Not only Alessandro, but his son Domenico as well! Alas, Alessandro is portrayed as kind of mean and creepy here, but still...what a shock to meet up with him on the pages of this book.
Coincidence...or something else?
P.S. I may have to rewatch the movie of The King's Daughter now, since I didn't know Alessandro Scarlatti when I watched it with my daughter, thus would not have recognized the name. The things we do for love.
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