Joplin's Ghost: A Novel
Simon and Schuster, 2005 M09 20 - 496 páginas
The life of Phoenix Smalls spins horrifically out of control as a long-dead music legend chooses her to continue his legacy, in this historical novel—part love story, part ghost story—from acclaimed horror novelist Tananarive Due.
When Phoenix Smalls was ten, she nearly died at her parents' jazz club when she was crushed by a turn-of-the-century piano. Now twenty-four, Phoenix is launching a career as an R&B singer. She's living out her dreams and seems destined for fame and fortune. But a chance visit to a historical site in St. Louis ignites a series of bizarre, erotic encounters with a spirit who may be the King of Ragtime, Scott Joplin.
The sound of Scott Joplin is strange enough to the ears of the hip-hop generation. But the idea that these antique sounds are being channeled through Phoenix? Her life is suddenly hanging in the balance. How will she find her true voice and calling? Can the power of her own inner song give Phoenix the strength to fight to live out her own future? Or will she be forever trapped in Scott Joplin's doomed, tragic past? Stunningly original, Joplin's Ghost is a novel filled with art and intrigue—and is sure to bring music to readers' ears.
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LibraryThing ReviewCrítica de los usuarios - tess_schoolmarm - LibraryThing
What a great book. Historical fiction in nature with a twist of Steven King! Thumbs up! Leer comentario completo
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Some foolishness about a homicidal piano. Leer comentario completo
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Página 399 - WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance...
Página 399 - And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;— then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Página 165 - An old, worn harp that had been played Till all its strings were loose and frayed, Joy, Hate, and Fear, each one essayed, To play. But each in turn had found No sweet responsiveness of sound. Then Love the Master-Player came With heaving breast and eyes aflame ; The Harp he took all undismayed, Smote on its strings, still strange to song, And brought forth music sweet and strong.
Página 438 - Bedside of a Neighbor." This song apparently dates back to her mother's time. BEDSIDE OF A NEIGHBOR I was standing- by the beside of a neighbor Who was just about to cross the swelling tide, And I asked him if he would do me a favor: Kindly take this message to the other side.
Página 217 - What do you want from me? What can I do to help you?
Página 344 - Although this work completed by one of the Ethiopian race will hardly be accepted as a typical American opera for obvious reasons, nevertheless none can deny that it serves as an opening wedge, for it is in every sense indigenous.
Página 140 - You have my bio," she said. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded press release with theTSR logo.
Página 117 - The day is fast approaching when a great colored composer will be recognized in this country, especially if he advances from being a ragtime idol. "I don't feel any new rags coming,
Página 344 - It is in no sense ragtime, but of that peculiar quality of rhythm which Dvorak used so successfully in the New World Symphony, the reviewer had said.