The first novel from one of New Zealand's prize-winning, emerging writers Classical is karaoke - just playing covers of dead people's music - or so Wellingtonian Rebecca concluded at her London conservatorium. She's sabotaged her scholarship there, but wants to keep playing the cello, like her grandmother, Klara. Now unmoored from her classical training, she's in New York City, where Klara grew up. As Rebecca investigates her Jewish-refugee heritage, she starts to compose her own songs, but has to contend with diabetes and other burning issues: is she with the right man, or should she swap stability for lust? And how much longer can she live with a neurotic, junk-scavenging flatmate, on the verge of murdering another zebra fish?