TRUMPET.
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| Title: | TRUMPET. |
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| Authors: | BRANDON ROBSHAW |
| Source: | Independent (UK). 03/13/2016. |
| Abstract: | A reprint of Jackie Kay's 1998 novel, this is the story of the legendary jazz trumpeter Joss Moody, told from a variety of viewpoints after his death, but principally those of his wife and son. At his death an extraordinary secret about Moody was revealed, which only his wife knew. I won't spoil things by revealing it here; but the reader learns it as early as page 21, and the interest of the story doesn't rely on suspense but on the gradual filling in of the canvas that was Moody's life. His blackness, his Scottishness, and his roles as musician, lover, husband, father, band-member, and son are all examined from different viewpoints. So convincing is the portrayal that I actually felt impelled to Google Joss Moody just to verify that he wasn't a real person. The prose is spare and simple, yet Kay conveys different characters through it effectively: the grieving voice of his widow, the angry voice of his son. It's a meditation on race, art, culture, gender, family, and identity. And the ending is very moving. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER] |
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| Abstract: | A reprint of Jackie Kay's 1998 novel, this is the story of the legendary jazz trumpeter Joss Moody, told from a variety of viewpoints after his death, but principally those of his wife and son. At his death an extraordinary secret about Moody was revealed, which only his wife knew. I won't spoil things by revealing it here; but the reader learns it as early as page 21, and the interest of the story doesn't rely on suspense but on the gradual filling in of the canvas that was Moody's life. His blackness, his Scottishness, and his roles as musician, lover, husband, father, band-member, and son are all examined from different viewpoints. So convincing is the portrayal that I actually felt impelled to Google Joss Moody just to verify that he wasn't a real person. The prose is spare and simple, yet Kay conveys different characters through it effectively: the grieving voice of his widow, the angry voice of his son. It's a meditation on race, art, culture, gender, family, and identity. And the ending is very moving. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER] |
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