by Toni Morrison, Helga Pfetsch
I could’ve started this review with Joe Trace. Joe Trace is searching for the narrator of this tale in the same way that he was searching for his mother “Wild” in this book. Sometimes, I felt like I needed a tracker to help me track down my own ideas about this book. At times, the book was so easy...
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...
I am completely in love with Jazz. I think it has somehow immediately became my new favorite novel... ever. Head- or rather, heart- has exploded.
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