Jazz

JazzBefore my review, some random thoughts on some jazz albums in my collection I love sixties jazz and I m undecided if Blue Train or A Love Supreme is my favorite Coltrane album he s definitely my favorite jazz musician , and I m not going to enter the tired discussion if the latter or Miles Kind of Blue is the greatest jazz album ever recorded However there are two very dear gems in my collection that usually are not mentioned when discussing the top 10 albums of all time One of them Monk s Dream Thelonius Monk , the other The K ln Concert Keith Jarrett , and I think those two albums are perfect introductions to what to expect reading Toni Morrison s JazzNeither, even though very important works, might be considered quintessential jazz albums compared to other albums in his catalog, Monk s Dream doesn t sound as progressive or brilliantly awkward, it s not even original as most of the tracks here had been previously released elsewhere Nevertheless it s still very tight and effortless complex key word effortless , as if having that band playing for years those tracks and subconsciously knowing each note, rythm and movement in perfect synchronicity but still sounding like everything was improvised on one take, and as complex as some moments result, the overall music experience is very enjoyable and comfortable to the listener On the other hand,The K ln Concertis a very gorgeous, trippy and hypnotizing live album, elegant without any pretentiousness, Jarrett sounds as if rehearsing poem writing with his piano while spreading hallucinogens on the air.Similarly Morrison s Jazz is not her magnum opus, far from it, but the cadence, lyricism and beauty of her written words is very Jarrett like, at the same time her writing is, while still technically very complex, as effortless complex as Monk s She writes as if words just write themselves and none is out of place even if the reader at times has trouble grasping her continuous free jazz long streams of writing the flow of the words has the same effect as listening to Bright Mississipi my favorite track in Monk s Dream Here a sample And when spring comes to the City people notice one another in the road notice the strangers with whom they share aisles and tables and the space where intimate garments are laundered Going in and out, in and out the same door, they handle the handle on trolleys and park benches they settle thighs on a seat in which hundreds have done it too Copper coins dropped in the palm have been swallowed by children and tested by gypsies, but it s still money and people smile at that It s the time of year when the City urges contradiction most, encouraging you to buy street food when you have no appetite at all giving you a taste for a single room occupied by you alone as well as a craving to share it with someone you passed in the street Really there is no contradiction rather it s a condition the range of what an artful City can do What can beat bricks warming up to the sun The return of awnings The removal of blankets from horses backs Tar softens under the heel and the darkness under bridges changes from gloom to cooling shade After a light rain, when the leaves have come, tree limbs are like wet fingers playing in woolly green hair Motor cars become black jet boxes gliding behind hoodlights weakened by mist On sidewalks turned to satin figures move shoulder first, the crowns of their heads angled shields against the light buckshot that the raindrops are. Yup, Jazz is definitely a very musical book, and Toni Morrison is as good at playing music with a pen as much as Coltrane is to writing epic novels with a tenor sax, but this is neither her A Love Supreme or her Kind of Blue, the reason I don t give it 5 stars is because it still is a very uneven composition.As for the plot story, there are a lot of reviews out there which make a better summary, and in this novel the plot and the story are very irrelevant compared to the beautiful writing Enough to say, this is a story of a passion between an old man and a young woman ending in tragedy, which, being an immigrant african american in the Harlem Renaissance era has also an historic imprint of past tragedies.But it s better explained by the author herself in a single quote Whatever happens, whether you get rich or stay poor, ruin your health or live to old age, you always end up back where you started hungry for the one thing everybody loses young loving. Sth, I know that woman She used to live with a flock of birds on Lenox Avenue Know her husband, too He fell for an eighteen year old girl with one of those deepdown, spooky loves that made him so sad and happy he shot her just to keep the feeling going When the woman, her name is Violet, went to the funeral to see the funeral and cut her dead face they threw her to the floor and out of the church She ran, then, through all that snow, and when she got back to her apartment she took the birds from their cages and set them out the windows to freeze or fly, including the parrot that said, I love youWith this terrific first paragraph which encapsulates most of the story, Toni Morrison begins Jazz, her short novel which however, covers an extremely broad canvas It is the story of Violet and Joe Trace and their waning marriage it is the story of the puritanical Alice Manfred and her flighty niece Dorcas, who falls for Joe it is the story of Golden Gray, the mulatto born of a black father and a white mother it is the story of the Wild Woman, Joe Trace s mother, never seen yet always present in the woods but above all, it is the story of Harlem in the 1920 s and its sinful music jazz.Morrison uses a jagged storytelling style, with the narrative shifting in the verbal equivalent of jump cuts between people, places and events Linearity is purposefully foregone, with the author wrong footing the reader intentionally in many places In the middle of the novel, when we are neck deep in the story of Violet, Joe, Dorcas and Alice, the narrative suddenly jumps to the story of Golden Gray on the quest for his father who initially has only the most tenuous of connections to the tale, overall The author confuses us thoroughly before tying the two threads together.Toni Morrison here, even while being the omnipresent narrator, confesses to being not in full charge of her characters she says I ought to get out of this place Avoid the window leave the hole I cut through the door to get in lives instead of having one of my own It was loving the City that distracted me and gave me ideas Made me think I could speak its loud voice and make that sound sound human I missed the people altogether.I thought I knew them and wasn t worried that they didn t really know about me Now it s clear why they contradicted me at every turn they knew me all along Out of the corners of their eyes they watched me And when I was feeling most invisible, being tight lipped, silent and unobservable, they were whispering about me to each other They knew how little I could be counted on how poorly, how shabbily my know it all self covered helplessness That when I invented stories about them and doing it seemed to me so fine I was completely in their hands, managed without mercy The story here is writing itself, using the hapless author as a medium To understand how its possible, one has to understand the City, and its unique music which made even unwilling people dance to its jagged and kaleidoscopic melody.Jazz music evolved out of the inherent need for the black people to express themselves, even when their arms, legs and even spirit were chained Arising out of Africa s primitive music traditions, jazz was a fusion of Africa with Europe It is non linear and jagged a pot pourri of various notes and beats Nobody would call it classical there were many who thought it sinful but you can t deny one thing it makes you dance.Come dance, with Toni Morrison The night is still young. In The Winter Of , When Everybody Everywhere Sees Nothing But Good Things Ahead, Joe Trace, Middle Aged Door To Door Salesman Of Cleopatra Beauty Products, Shoots His Teenage Lover To Death At The Funeral, Joe S Wife, Violet, Attacks The Girl S Corpse This Passionate, Profound Story Of Love And Obsession Brings Us Back And Forth In Time, As A Narrative Is Assembled From The Emotions, Hopes, Fears, And Deep Realities Of Black Urban Life I m crazy about this City Daylight slants like a razor cutting the buildings in half In the top half I see looking faces and it s not easy to tell which are people, which the work of stonemasons Below is shadow were any blas thing takes place clarinets and lovemaking, fists and the voices of sorrowful women A city like this one makes me dream tall and feel in on things Hep It s the bright steel rocking above the shade below that does it Toni Morrison,JazzWynston Marsalis said, Jazz is a conversation, but a nuanced, swift, and complicated one , and over time I ve come to learn and understand this too What s even interesting to me is how the improvisation in jazz can be applied to life.The story starts with Violet, a woman in her 50s, mutilating the corpse of teenager Dorcas, the former lover and murder victim of her husband, Joe Trace From this passionate scene at Dorcas funeral, we get a very emotional story which seems to be an improv, with the story lines reacting both with the city s surroundings but also with history and personal stories.To me, the city backdrop and how Morrison works that into her story, is the best part of the book, in particular when the city is contrasted with the rural areas the main characters grew up in The city carries with it its own energy and I felt it held a lot of hope and promise for people who had survived slavery and life in the countryside Moving to the city and encountering a whole new lifestyle was a huge turning point in these people s lives, and I like how Morrison shows that a change in scene can change everything, similar to her approach inTar Baby love is different in the city and in the countryside Little of that makes for love, but it does pump desire The woman who churned a man s blood as she leaned all alone on a fence by a country road might not expect even to catch his eye in the City But if she is clipping quickly down the big city street in heels, swinging her purse, or sitting on a stoop with a cool beer in her hand, dangling her shoe from the toes of her foot, the man, reacting to her posture, to soft skin on stone, the weight of the building stressing the delicate, dangling shoe, is captured And he d think it was the woman he wanted, and not some combination of curved stone, and a swinging, high heeled shoe moving in and out of sunlight He would know right away the deception, the trick of shapes and light and movement, but it wouldn t matter at all because the deception was part of it too The first time I read this I was quite frustrated by the character of Joe Trace male violence is always difficult to read about, and it s even difficult when you know the perpetrator doesn t get the necessary punishment Yet, and I ve seen again and again with Morrison and this is one of the things I admire about her the most , she is able to relay the facts in a non judgemental way, and somehow she allows us to feel some sort of compassion.Apart from Dorcas, the murdered teenager, the character who I felt for most in this story is Violet This is a lady who was clearly depressed and searching for something in life At the age of 56 she said , I want some fat in this life This is a lady who experienced childhood tragedy, worked hard, was misunderstood, betrayed by her husband, and became the subject of gossip by her neighbours This notion of rest, it s attractive to her, but I don t think she would like it They are all like that, these women Waiting for the ease, the space that need not be filled with anything other than the drift of their own thoughts But they wouldn t like it They are busy thinking of ways to be busier because such a space of nothing pressing to do would knock them down No fields of cowslips will rush into that opening, nor mornings free of flies and heat when the light is shy No Not at all They fill their minds and hands with soap and repair and dicey confrontations because what is waiting for them, in a suddenly idle moment, is the seep of rage Molten Thick and slow moving Mindful and particular about what in its path it chooses to bury Jazz is an emotional and a very beautiful read Toni Morrison s writing style is. jazz the 3rd morrison in my plan to knock em all out over the next month or so significantly weaker than the other two i ve read, but still it s almost a shame that morrison writes about such incendiary and zeitgeisty stuff as you pull back much of the mostly nonsensical cultural criticism that surrounds her, her work, and her readers and she s just a first class storyteller just a great, great writer amongst all the tragedy and despair, there s a joyfulness in the work and, for me, one that overcomes the reader while digging in that goes largely unspoken as people try and work out all the important stuff i usually don t go for the poetic passages but check this one from Jazz It s nice when grown people whisper to each other under the covers Their ecstasy is leaf sigh than bray and the body is the vehicle, not the point They reach, grown people, for something beyond, way beyond and way, way down underneath tissue They are remembering while they whisper the carnival dolls they won and the Balti boats they never sailed on Breathing and murmuring under covers both of them have washed and hung out on the line, in a bed they chose together and kept together nevermind one leg was propped on a 1916 dictionary, and the mattress, curved like a preacher s palm asking for witnesses in His name s sake, enclosed them each and every night and muffled their whispering, old time love They are under the covers because they don t have to look at themselves any.In re reading the above, two other passages come to mind the first from martin amis and the second from the greatest poet of the last century that s right , philip larkin If you re interested Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing It s nothing Just sad dreams Or something like that Swing low in your weep ship, with your tear scans and your sob probes, and you would mark them Women and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, exes, nemeses will wake and turn to these men and ask, with female need to know, What is it And the men say, Nothing No it isn t anything really Just sad dreams first paragraph from the information and What do they think has happened, the old fools,To make them like this Do they somehow supposeIt s grown up when your mouth hangs open and drools,And you keep on pissing yourself, and can t rememberWho called this morning Or that, if they only chose,They could alter things back to when they danced all night,Or went to their wedding, or sloped arms some September Or do they fancy there s really been no change,And they ve always behaved as if they were crippled or tight,Or sat through days of thin continuous dreamingWatching light move If they don t and they can t , it s strange Why aren t they screaming first stanza of the old fools The music happens in the background while the folks are front and centre, every blemish inside and out on view, though modestly shaded and wrapped in gentlest understanding Part of that understanding is history, not excavated, but unfurled or traced carefully with one finger, because it is still alive and hurting Kinship structures the story, which curls around time, helical, branching it is a sinewy vine, hacked at in places yet blossoming out, covering itself with fresh, lush, resurgent life A leaf is an organ One leaf s flourishing nourishes the whole But fallen sisters and brothers are mourned Where did this violence come fromJoe and Violet kill and mutilate a teenage girl and then Morrison makes us love them Audre Lorde said When people share a common oppression, certain kinds of skills and joint defenses are developed And if you survive you survive because those skills and defenses have worked When you come into conflict over other existing differences, there is a vulnerability to each other which is desperate and very deep The violence of racism is digested into intraracial violence The blood fed and tormented vine no wonder bears bitter fruit Interview with Adrienne Rich, in Sister Outsider One thing that struck me was the contrast between Acton and Joe The cruel, self centred young man fits the patriarchal expectations of Dorcas, raised by an Aunt who restricted her to protect against what she saw as a sinful youth culture Joe, seen through his wife s eyes, is different, special, richly worthy of love, and his own telling inspires deep sympathy and liking But it s Joe, not Acton, who destroys Dorcas, literally killing her, because it is easy, much too easy, to deal death, much too hard to reject what white supremacist capitalist patriachy teaches that black women are expendable, that men are entitled to unconditional female loyalty.Missing mothers and a missing motherland for black people in America are imperfectly substituted by fellow orphan migrants to Harlem, where some kind of safety in numbers and mutual support are found Trauma remains unarticulated, too painful for conversation, instead flowing into, being answered by the music, which flowers irrepressibly, dark blooms dripping scent and nectar, mild aphrodisiac intoxicants.Our narrator lives in Harlem too passing on the tales she knows, but sometimes she lets their owners tell them first or again This is how it felt to me and then this is how I see it The gatherer, the teller, bears an authority that comes with responsibility she does it justice by reminding her hearers that there is no single story, only herstories and histories variously nourished and starved and intertwined. One of my favorite books of all time I was lucky enough to study this book during 6th form college with a good teacher Instead of butchering its beauty she illuminated it leading us through the complex prose their beauty all appreciated due to a deeper level of understanding and highlighting some of the obscure elements that might have gone unnoticed or perhaps not understood.At 16, though not niave, I was perhaps unaware of the many elements and angles of understanding related to racism, especially in America which seemed a world far removed But there is much to Morrison s Jazz than American prose Unlike so many others, that parade the usual melting pot, American Dream, Racism themes, Morrison examines human relationships in a real and down to earth way.Having finished the book I walked around in a daze for a couple of days reconsidering almost everything I had previously thought that is no overstatement Though some obvious questions are raised especially the lives of african Americans , I did not meditate on racism or poverty, but rather relationships and the ties between human beings.I m not sure if it was because of the time of my life that i read it, or whatever, but to me Jazz spoke volumes.This book really is amazing. Incredible Lyrical and sublime Ms Morrison portrays the post slavery period in America just after the Civil War and into the 20th century as well as any writer I have read who has had the courage to deal with this period, a dark period in American history where people of color might have been free, but not really Her characters are unforgettable and so real and her writing transcends the time and place of her writing and its brilliance is everlasting AMAZING 155 Jazz, Toni MorrisonJazz is a 1992 historical novel by Pulitzer and Nobel Prize winning American author Toni Morrison The majority of the narrative takes place in Harlem during the 1920s however, as the pasts of the various characters are explored, the narrative extends back to the mid 19th century American South The novel forms the second part of Morrison s Dantesque trilogy on African American history, beginning with Beloved 1987 and ending with Paradise 1997 2002 1379 240 9646191444 20 got lost in all the lovely words, loved getting lost minor note but major emotions narrative glides down perfect prose pathways and through poetic passages to different destinations, into one mind and out of another, into many minds, past future past future, man who knows where the next road goes, probably somewhere bad, tragedy and bloodshed and murder and all kinds of fucked up and twisted emotions, but it all reads so pretty can I understand such things I don t know but I can try this is a history of sorts it also feels like a beautiful bad dream, my favorite kind.

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  • Paperback
  • 229 pages
  • Jazz
  • Toni Morrison
  • English
  • 07 July 2019
  • 9780452269651

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