Toni Morrison
Paperback | Pages: 229 pages Rating: 3.82 | 21728 Users | 1241 Reviews
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| Title | : | Jazz |
| Author | : | Toni Morrison |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 229 pages |
| Published | : | April 1st 1993 by Plume (first published 1992) |
| Categories | : | Fiction. Classics. Historical. Historical Fiction. Cultural. African American. Literature. Novels. American |
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In the winter of 1926, 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.Define Books In Favor Of Jazz
| Original Title: | Jazz |
| ISBN: | 0452269652 (ISBN13: 9780452269651) |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Setting: | Harlem, New York City, New York(United States) |
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Ratings: 3.82 From 21728 Users | 1241 ReviewsNotice About Books Jazz
Maybe she thought she could solve the mystery of love that way. Good luck and let me know.3 starsI just have to admit that I am not really a Toni Morrison fan. I have read a couple of her books and like this one, they just did not make a lot of sense to me. It is not the eclectic conversations in her books, I just feel that her story lines are scattered and I have a terrible time following her. If I think I am following her thoughts, I eventually end up at a dead stop, wondering where things are going or what I just read and the purpose of it. I gave this book a 3 star rating not
A plot synopsis can't possibly do the complexity of this book justice, but I will quote the opening paragraph, which gives a good enough idea and hooked me from the first page:"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
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
Im crazy about this City. Daylight slants like a razor cutting the buildings in half. In the top half I see looking faces and its not easy to tell which are people, which the work of stonemasons. Below is shadow were any blasé 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. Its the bright steel rocking above the shade below that does it.- Toni Morrison, JazzWynston Marsalis said, Jazz is
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
Its a mature book in every way. Perhaps older and less ambitious than Beloved or other of Toni Morrisons books. The maturity really shines in the later chapters where we get to know the narrator and the relationship between Joe and Violent in more depth. We dont need an explosive end, only to know that life moves on in rhythms and rhymes we -- as authors and readers -- dont completely understand. I was convinced that the narrator was another personality of Violet -- that the narrator lived in
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