Description:In 2012, the image of an African slave boy was found hidden in the shadows on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, together with a note saying he was Michelangelo's clandestine son. Ghost-writing the boy’s autobiography, Peter Cane plunges us into a deeply researched, and hitherto unknown world that interweaves art, secret inscriptions, religion, ancient myths and the hidden mischief of language. Trusted history is overturned, our ideas of the difference between fact and fiction challenged, and sinister perils are revealed that we all wander blindly through day by day. As he introduces his story, the main character of this intelligent thriller immediately throws down the gauntlet to the great authors of the genre such as Dan Brown, Bernard Cornwell and Philippa Gregory… A new voice has been born. “What is life for?” Aly writes, “Can you tell me? If you can, alas, it’s too late. I’m old, and being tracked by assassins. All I can do now is to try to finish this, my tale, before they find me. By the time you read it, though, they will have done their work, so it is in you that my legacy lies, and it is for you that I’m writing. I’m not the one in danger now – you are, and those you love. The dangers you are facing cannot be told in one word, though. For my warning to make sense, I must reveal my most guarded secrets - and those of my kin too, princes, navigators, artists of the greatest renown, tricksters of outstanding cunning, and assassins of the highest skill. I grew up amid great events of which you will have heard, among people of immense fame that you think you know, but what I lived is not what you read, nor what you heard, nor what is written. My family, it shames me to say, were the supreme victors of my age - victors that none but the most evil should emulate, but victors nonetheless. And since they were the victors, they wrote their own history: they were the ones who painted the past we now believe. The tales they led everyone to trust, though, were very far from honest. I know, because they were my family, and because I was there. My little brother once wrote of me, in his book of artists: “He is accustomed to live simply and by a certain natural goodness, and knows nothing of subtleties or astuteness in his life.” Alas, this reveals an ailment that afflicts many younger brothers. I am his hero, a god-like being living a charmed and daring life: a life that, had it not been shrouded in deception, and split among a dozen aliases – would have glittered much as any of those whose legendary names echo now down the centuries. But my brother was wrong to believe in heroes. We are all most deeply flawed, and I was not the saintly being he saw me as, which you will quickly see. Nor are younger brothers alone in such self-deception. The fact is that we all live in worlds of our own creation, we all construct grand edifices, palaces (we think) of Truth and Certainty. But these palaces are built on foundations cracked by misunderstanding, their walls plastered over with ancient lies and pretty fictions, their roofs distorted by rumor, and their windows clouded by dusty legend. My tale will reveal just how duplicitous these ‘truths’ really are – not just my brother’s, or mine, but everything that pretends to be the ‘Truth’. My tale seems at first glance full of familiar landmarks, but these mirages soon fade to reveal a world that is bizarre, incredible, surreal. So beware: entering my world may be like stepping through the frame of one of my grandpa Bosch’s paintings. Except for one thing… once you enter you will never be able to return.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Aly, Michelangelo's Son. To get started finding Aly, Michelangelo's Son, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: In 2012, the image of an African slave boy was found hidden in the shadows on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, together with a note saying he was Michelangelo's clandestine son. Ghost-writing the boy’s autobiography, Peter Cane plunges us into a deeply researched, and hitherto unknown world that interweaves art, secret inscriptions, religion, ancient myths and the hidden mischief of language. Trusted history is overturned, our ideas of the difference between fact and fiction challenged, and sinister perils are revealed that we all wander blindly through day by day. As he introduces his story, the main character of this intelligent thriller immediately throws down the gauntlet to the great authors of the genre such as Dan Brown, Bernard Cornwell and Philippa Gregory… A new voice has been born. “What is life for?” Aly writes, “Can you tell me? If you can, alas, it’s too late. I’m old, and being tracked by assassins. All I can do now is to try to finish this, my tale, before they find me. By the time you read it, though, they will have done their work, so it is in you that my legacy lies, and it is for you that I’m writing. I’m not the one in danger now – you are, and those you love. The dangers you are facing cannot be told in one word, though. For my warning to make sense, I must reveal my most guarded secrets - and those of my kin too, princes, navigators, artists of the greatest renown, tricksters of outstanding cunning, and assassins of the highest skill. I grew up amid great events of which you will have heard, among people of immense fame that you think you know, but what I lived is not what you read, nor what you heard, nor what is written. My family, it shames me to say, were the supreme victors of my age - victors that none but the most evil should emulate, but victors nonetheless. And since they were the victors, they wrote their own history: they were the ones who painted the past we now believe. The tales they led everyone to trust, though, were very far from honest. I know, because they were my family, and because I was there. My little brother once wrote of me, in his book of artists: “He is accustomed to live simply and by a certain natural goodness, and knows nothing of subtleties or astuteness in his life.” Alas, this reveals an ailment that afflicts many younger brothers. I am his hero, a god-like being living a charmed and daring life: a life that, had it not been shrouded in deception, and split among a dozen aliases – would have glittered much as any of those whose legendary names echo now down the centuries. But my brother was wrong to believe in heroes. We are all most deeply flawed, and I was not the saintly being he saw me as, which you will quickly see. Nor are younger brothers alone in such self-deception. The fact is that we all live in worlds of our own creation, we all construct grand edifices, palaces (we think) of Truth and Certainty. But these palaces are built on foundations cracked by misunderstanding, their walls plastered over with ancient lies and pretty fictions, their roofs distorted by rumor, and their windows clouded by dusty legend. My tale will reveal just how duplicitous these ‘truths’ really are – not just my brother’s, or mine, but everything that pretends to be the ‘Truth’. My tale seems at first glance full of familiar landmarks, but these mirages soon fade to reveal a world that is bizarre, incredible, surreal. So beware: entering my world may be like stepping through the frame of one of my grandpa Bosch’s paintings. Except for one thing… once you enter you will never be able to return.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Aly, Michelangelo's Son. To get started finding Aly, Michelangelo's Son, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.