Joe Okonkwo

DNF. I am not the target audience for this, obv, being straight, but also, I'm unwilling to read any more depressing stories. If you have trouble with that too, here's your warning.

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At 20% in:
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There is where I stopped, at 29%, instantly relieved to be done. Reminded that in most cases, "best" means "most depressing."… (meer)

I found this book for a couple of dollars at my local Goodwill, and it had an interesting premise, so I didn’t think I could really lose much by picking it up. It is thicker than it looks; I wouldn’t say it’s particularly expansive, but it is an easy read regardless of how large it appears to be. I got through it in less than a week (my typical read is about one book every week or two), and I enjoyed the book from beginning to end.

SOME (BUT NOT MAJOR) SPOILERS
The main character is Ben Charles, a man who starts off living in the Harlem Jazz Age, and eventually moves to Paris. He’s a hard worker who enjoys writing poetry in his spare time, devoted to his best friend and wife... At least in the beginning. But then he starts to experience a sexual reawakening. He’s always been into men, but he’s squashed his feelings down, leaving a hollowness inside that is suddenly filled and ignited when he meets hot-headed, charismatic trumpet player Baby Back Johnston.

Let’s just say that Ben’s carefully coordinated life sort of spirals away from him, and because of the actions that occur through several years, he finds himself again in Paris. Ben is not a likable character, in my opinion, which I really dig. He’s not a typical hero, but rather a complex, tortured individual who struggles with his own sexually, his place in the world as an African American, and his duty to his former wife and societies’ view on his sexuality and his identity. He indulges in debauchery, hurts people, and is in turn hurt by people as well. But in the end, he finds who he was always meant to be and he finds a semblance of peace.
END SPOILERS

THE VERDICT:
I liked the book overall, and I even learned things in the process. As I get older and read more books, I find that the books I enjoy the most teach me something, or show me a different perspective on life that I find inspiring or just different and weird. I had no idea that African Americans were fetishized so much in Paris, for example. You were in with the in crowd as long as you could amuse them, and when you were out, they were pretty ambivalent about your life or wellbeing. Well-written, easy read with interesting cultural tidbits, all wrapped up in a heady, intriguing jazz-infused bundle.… (meer)

“It was raining cats and jazz.” From its first sentence, readers will know that Jazz Moon was written by a lover of words and music–someone who hears the music in the vowels, consonants and syllables of language and can weave them into poetry. Ben, the protagonist of Joe Okonkwo’s Jazz Moon has one constant love and that is poetry. It saves him again and again.

Ben Marcus Charles writes poetry in the mornings before heading off to his work as a waiter at a downtown hotel. His wife, Angeline, fixes hair. They love each other, perhaps not with the passion she might hope for, but enough to be happy enough, except for this thing that haunts Ben. And what is this thing? Ben is attracted to men. His first love was a man and one night, while he and Angeline are out enjoying the night life in Jazz Age Harlem they meet a man who brings up all those long-buried desires and dreams.

This is Ben’s story, of his search for love and for happiness though Ben thought that “happiness was more aspiration than destination.” He follows his love, the jazz trumpeter Baby Back Johnson, to Paris where “they love us over there,” as Baby Back assures him. And they do, with a fetishizing paternalism that is exemplified by the welcoming ship’s captain on their way to Paris who says, “The European must embrace the primitive sensuality that comes naturally to the African. That is essential to reinvigorating a white race that is becoming, quite frankly, boring.” Of course, fetishization is another facet of racism, but compared to lynchings and Jim Crow, it feels like love.

Ben’s life in Paris and his search for love are complicated by ambition, jealousy, success and failure. He finds friends, lovers, and a home in Paris, but can he find what he needs?

Paris is a powerful presence in Jazz Moon and Okonkwo describes it in dizzying detail as “a painter’s palette streaked with colors: brilliant, moody, audacious, tantalizing, inviting, alienating. Reds and blacks and pinks and that milky gray that belonged both to the Paris sky and the pearls entwining a rich socialite’s neck.” It makes the cover art so perfect for this book. There’s a chapter where Ben is feeling the colors of Paris that is luminous. I read it twice, just for its beautiful prose.

Jazz Moon can break your heart. There is a poem that Ben writes that can tear you apart with its pain. I very much enjoyed this novel though people who take offense at explicit sexuality, particularly explicit gay sexuality will be unhappy. For the rest of us, it’s a lovely novel of love and self-discovery. There are a few times when it verge toward melodrama, when we are just far in Ben’s head when he’s wallowing and he does wallow. He is the kind of character that you just want to wake up, but that’s the point of the story, isn’t it, the slow awakening of Ben Marcus Charles.

Jazz Moon will be released May 31st by Kensington Books.

I was provided an e-galley by the publisher via NetGalley
http://tonstantweaderreviews.wordpress.com/2016/05/22/jazz-moon-by-joe-okonkwo/… (meer)