Like the
Edwards novel Half Blood Blues is a story built upon seemingly minor
actions and their eventual undesirable consequences. We see seeds of trouble sown early – jealousy
over a woman, shame in front of one’s peers, rivalry both personal and
professional.
Through Sid
Edugyan quickly fills us in on how things were in both Paris
and Berlin
during the Second World War, particularly if you were black or part black. This was one of those novels where you are
presented a scene you think you are familiar with, then told to look more
closely, at a detail you’d previously overlooked – and there the story lies. Perhaps a lazy comparison, but Levy’s Small Island came to mind –
although that achieved it’s aim better for me.
Initially I was
impressed – I felt like I was getting a decent dose of story-telling. Sid swiftly sketching an outline of what
happened and then we would wait for the details to be filled in, the characters
to be fleshed out. But sadly this never
quite happened - few of the cast were as strongly defined as Sid. A group of characters was clearly needed to
support the storyline, but I was surprised that the star they all revolved
around, Heiro, stayed largely superficial to the reader.
In addition and
perhaps inevitably the novel relied quite heavily on the appeal of the jazz
scene, which whilst atmospherically rendered (‘We sat at the knifed-up chairs, while he snapped a tan handkerchief
out of his front pocket and whisked the nutshells and cigarette butts to the
floor. His eyes glistened like beetles.’)
never has quite the same appeal that audible music holds, especially not for a
reader who doesn’t happen to be a jazz fan.
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