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2 starsI 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 a shadow where 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 Oh, how I adore the lyricism of Toni Morrison I have had Jazz on my shelf for quite some time now, and follow 2 starsI 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 a shadow where 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 Oh, how I adore the lyricism of Toni Morrison I have had Jazz on my shelf for quite some time now, and following my admiration of The Bluest Eye, Sula, and Beloved, I couldn t wait to tear into this one The title alone captured my imagination Unfortunately, I was left feeling a bit confused and underwhelmed Set during the Jazz Age in New York City, this book had great potential An intriguing plot description man has an affair with a younger woman, man shoots and kills his lover not a spoiler , man s wife attacks corpse of this young woman at her funeral This is where the story begins and I was immediately hooked However, just as I latched onto the narrative, it would shift The voices changed frequently time and setting changed often It now became apparent that the title of the story had less to do with any musical plot than it did with the perhaps experimental style of writing I am not an expert in jazz music, but I am definitely a fan From Wikipedia, jazz is defined as a spontaneity and vitality of musical production in which improvisation plays a role and contains a sonority and manner of phrasing which mirror the individuality of the performing jazz musician I can imagine each voice in this story as a different instrument in a jazz ensemble However, the shift from one voice or instrument to the next was too jolting, too disjointed While this may work for me in music, I suppose I prefer a writing that flowsharmoniously and smoothly There were moments of brilliance shining through, as I have come to expect from this extremely gifted author When characters were engaged in dialogue, I was immersed in the story But the stream of consciousness feel to this book did not appeal to me overall I haveToni Morrison books sitting on my shelf, and I most certainly won t let my slight disappointment in this one keep me from those 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, Ja 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 eveninteresting 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 evendifficult 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 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 i 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 I heard Toni Morrison read from this book in a bookstore in Brooklyn when it came out It was a magical experience However, this is not my absolute favorite Toni Morrison book it is still a wonderful story full of music and life.Fino s Toni Morrison Reviews The Bluest EyeSulaSong Of SolomonTar BabyBelovedJazzParadise I heard Toni Morrison read from this book in a bookstore in Brooklyn when it came out It was a magical experience However, this is not my absolute favorite Toni Morrison book it is still a wonderful story full of music and life.Fino s Toni Morrison Reviews The Bluest EyeSulaSong Of SolomonTar BabyBelovedJazzParadise 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 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 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 bi 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 A Scandalous TrioJazz music is rarely the immediate subject matter of this exceptional novel However, jazz influences much of the novel s structure and atmosphere The narrator describes a party in terms ofRed dresses Yellow shoes And, of course, race music to urge them onThe three main protagonists Dorcas an 18 year old girl , Joe a handsome 50 year old cosmetics salesman and Violet Joe s pretty 50 year old wife form an ensemble, a trio,a scandalising threesome , if not exact A Scandalous TrioJazz music is rarely the immediate subject matter of this exceptional novel However, jazz influences much of the novel s structure and atmosphere The narrator describes a party in terms ofRed dresses Yellow shoes And, of course, race music to urge them onThe three main protagonists Dorcas an 18 year old girl , Joe a handsome 50 year old cosmetics salesman and Violet Joe s pretty 50 year old wife form an ensemble, a trio,a scandalising threesome , if not exactly a menage a trois The three characters are introduced, and the essence of the novel s plot is set out, in the first paragraph In each of the following chapters, Toni Morrison delves into some of the past of each character as well as their shared past It s as if each chapter is a solo that enables the character or the narrator on their behalf to improvise and elaborate on the main riff of the novel.Crazy About This City of JazzJazz became a slang term for sexual intercourse soon after its creation as a musical form It s possible that this is the main connotation of the word used in the title The novel seems to be primarily interested in sex, lust, desire, touch, seduction, passion, romance, loneliness, longing, craving and love.The novel is set in Harlem in 1926 Earlier, in 1906, Joe and Violet the descendents of black slaves left rural Vesper County, Virginia, and moved to New York, attracted by the music and romance of the city, and the potential for better paid jobsLike a millionrunning from want and violence they could hardly wait to get there and love it back There, in a city, they are not so much new as themselves their stronger, riskier selves I m crazy about this City It was a City seeping music that begged and challenged each and every day Come, it said Come and do wrong It was the music The dirty, get on down music the women sang and the men played and both danced to, close and shameless or apart and wild Where you can find danger or be it where you can fight till you drop and smile at the knife when it misses and when it doesn tPrivate CracksThe narrator says Violet hasprivate cracks She suffers from a fragmented selfI call them cracks because that is what they were Not openings or breaks, but dark fissures in the globe light of the day Sometimes when Violet isn t paying attention she stumbles into these cracks, like the time when, instead of putting her left heel forward, she stepped back and folded her legs in order to sit in the streetJoe and Violet disagree over whether to have children, and presumably are now beyond the age when it is possible or convenient Violet stares at children in the street, and goes to bed cuddling a toy doll each night, although she and Joe aren t obviously estrangedHe s what I got He s what I gotViolet explains her plight in simple termsI messed up my own life Before I came north I made sense and so did the world We didn t have nothing but we didn t miss itWhat s the world for if you can t make it up the way you want itTo Freeze or FlyWhich brings us back to the first paragraph on the first pageSth, 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 deep down, 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 girl and to 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 youThis language is typical of the novel It s casual, almost conversational, yet somehow dense with information and detail At the same time, it s both imaginative and lyrical.Reckless, Reciprocal LoveAt the end of the novel, the narrator reveals her own views on the quest for loveI havelonged to be able to say that I have loved only you, surrendered my whole self reckless to you and nobody else That I want you to love me back and show it to me That I love the way you hold me, how close you let me be to youThis focus on reciprocity seems to be a natural extension of the question of identity or the self of not just black Americans, but all people of whatever race or background, which might account for the success of Toni Morrison s novel with white readers.Paradoxically, this realisation occurs at the level of the narrator an omniscient narrator who refers to herself as aknow it all selfand the reader It doesn t seem to emerge from the relationship between any two of the three protagonists Indeed, it contrasts with their relationships Perhaps, literature, art and music are the substitute for love, where it can t be found between two people In the case of jazz,the body is the vehicle, not the pointIt helps us toreachfor something beyond, way beyond and way, way down underneath tissue SOUNDTRACK A Thorn Here, A Spike There view spoiler Terence Blanchard Branford Marsalis Quartet Mo Better Blues Webster Friends Mo Better Blues Lee She s Gotta Have It Williams Harlem Blues Parker Almost Like Being In Love Davis Time After Timehttps www.youtube.com watch v FpZHjKeith Jarrett Trio Never Let Me Go Webster Friends I Like Pie Webster Friends I Like Pie The New Power Generation Diamonds And Pearls National Symphony Orchestra Mo Better Blues hide spoiler 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 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, on 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 isleaf 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 sgrown 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 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