I am lucky to belong to a bookclub made up of bright, intelligent, well-informed friends. We often have what I think are erudite conversations about the books we read. We all have our differing opinions and points of view and none of us is shy of saying what we think. I am grateful after every meeting for learning things about our books that I may never have noticed on my own. After catching up with each other and talking about holidays, birthdays, children, jobs and generally putting our worlds to right, we recently had the most fabulous discussion about the Orange Prize shortlisted Half Blood Blues by Esi Edugyan. It’s not surprising really, as it is a remarkable book with a unique subject by a writer showing real promise with her second book.
The tale switches between Paris and Berlin during the early years of World War 2 and Berlin and Poland in 1992. The story is one of friendship, betrayal, guilt and memory all relating to a group of young jazz musicians coping with the rise of fascism in 1930’s Berlin. As Hitler’s power took hold, jazz was banned and it invariably moved underground.
“…Jazz. Here in Germany it become something worse than a virus. We was all of us damn fleas, us Negroes and Jews and low-life hoodlums, set on playing that vulgar racket, seducing sweet blond kids into corruption and sex. It wasn’t a music, it wasn’t a fad. It was a plague sent out by the dread black hordes, engineered by the Jews. Us Negroes, see, we was only half to blame – we just can’t help it. Savages just got a natural feel for filthy rhythms, no self-control to speak of. But the Jews, brother, now they cooked up this jungle music on purpose. All part of their master plan to weaken Aryan youth, corrupt its janes, dilute its bloodlines..”
The story focuses particularly on 3 of the musicians, Sid Griffiths, Chip Jones and Hieronymous Falk (Hiero). These three are particularly peculiar in late 30’s Berlin, as they are black; Sid and Chip are American, Hiero is German.
“..He was a Mischling, a half-breed, but so dark no soul ever like to guess his mama a white Rheinlander. Hell, his skin glistened like pure oil. But he German-born, sure. And if his face wasn’t of the Fatherland, just bout everything else bout him rooted him there right good..”
After a run-in with the authorities, Sid, Hiero and Chip escape to Paris, where, after many weeks of waiting and trying to keep the music alive, the Nazis occupy France and something very dreadful occurs to split the trio. In 1992, Sid, who is the narrator, tries to make sense of the whole episode and how it has affected his life and those around him.
I’ve really tried hard with the above description not to give away too much of the plot. It is difficult not to write more, but what would be the point of ruining it for you!
We discussed the plot in detail and were all agreed that it made for interesting reading, certainly providing a different perspective on the war years. We talked about how it wasn’t generally known that black Germans were persecuted, but this wasn’t such a surprise for me. I started reading the book while in Berlin, and persuaded Mr Fictionhabit to check out some of the landmarks and streets mentioned in the book, luckily all very close to our hotel. But while we were there we also went to Gedaenkstaette Deutscher Widerstand (Memorial to German Resistance). This, by the way, is an excellent museum. Free and with a brilliant English audiotour. What I found interesting was the extent of German resistance to the Third Reich, but I have to admit my dismay at learning about those sections of society abused by the Nazis but largely forgotten by history. There were so many persecuted minority groups working against the regime – if they had pooled their resources they may have been able to achieve something. These groups included, communists, homosexuals, Romany gypsys, Christians, members of the labour movement and youth groups. There was even a mention for Herr & Frau Hampel who were the inspiration for Alone in Berlin. Generally speaking, however, the main premise of the book isn’t well known and therefore makes interesting reading. Edugyan, must have done significant research for this book and it has paid off, as it feels so real.
As you will have noticed from the extracts above, the book is written in Jazz vernacular. Some of my bookclub friends were a bit worried about this ahead of reading the book, but we all agreed, it wasn’t too difficult to get to grips with. We also recently read On the Road by Jack Kerouac. While discussing that book we talked about the tempo of the narrative echoing freestyle jazz (yes, really, we did!). We had a very similar discussion about Half Blood Blues. The book has periods of high energy and periods of lull and becomes a bit dense where nothing much happens. One of my very clever bookclub friends pointed out that maybe the vernacular and the changes in tempo were deliberate, to mirror the mood of jazz music, which speeds up, then mellows, builds to a crescendo, lulls, has staccato and fluid moments side by side. This comment inspired another friend to mention that there were at least 3 heart-breaking moments in the book (honestly, tear-inducing), and the narrative seems to build to these points, mirroring different movements in a piece of music. Once this was all mentioned, I could see and understand it. Oh, to be so clever!
We also discussed how unlikable the main character was, how reprehensible and unforgivable some of his behaviour was. I was one of those who felt very little sympathy with this character during his younger years. But I was made to re-think when someone pointed out that his behaviour was very characteristic of most young men. Desperate to find their place in the group, yearning for influence, showing off in front of women and people in powerful positions, not supporting each other for fear of losing face or position in the group, constantly competing against each other and never discussing their hopes and fears. This revelation went some way to explain the behaviour although not to excuse it. We were by now completely staggered by Edugyan’s skill at writing so proficiently about male relationships.
Half Blood Blues is by no means a fully polished book. There are details which we were all dissatisfied with, these included issues of historical and geographical accuracy and a weaker ending than we’d anticipated. We were however all impressed and agreed that Edugyan shows real promise as a writer.
One of our members rebelled against Half Blood Blues and instead read the Orange Prize winner, The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. She spoke about it with such affection and admiration that a few of us have been persuaded to give it a go over the summer. It is possible that we may soon lose this member of our bookgroup as she makes a life changing move to the Isle of Skye (although bookclub by Skype has been talked of!) and it will be sad to see her go. I console myself with the knowledge that I bonded with her and my other bookclubbers initially over books but over the 8 years we have been meeting to discuss books, we have become more than just bookclub buddies. I am proud to call these astute, knowledgeable and articulate women, my friends.
7 thoughts on “Half Blood Blues – Esi Edugyan”
Just finished this and remembered you had reviewed it… I thoroughly enjoyed Half blood Blues but felt let down by the ending too. I came to care quite deeply about Sid and Hiero so was disappointed their relationship wasn’t taken to a fitting end. Beautiful scene setting though and the jazz drawl continued flawlessly throughout, which much be such a difficult skill to pull off. Your review said it all!
Glad you liked Half Blood Blues. The jazz vernacular is tricky to get used to but once you do it provides a real lyrical quality to the book. The end isn’t as strong as it could be I’d agree, but worthy of its place on last year’s Orange Prize short list.
I’m behind on your posts! I really enjoyed half blood blues….it was part of my usual read the booker prize long / short list routine that I race through every year. I agree with you on the weak ending, but otherwise I loved the sense of place and time it conveyed. It is one of those books you can SEE in your mind’s eye, that stays with you long after the finish. It would make a great film.
Sorry for the late reply – been away…again! I suspect that with your “situation” you may either end up not continuing your prize long/short list routine because you are too distracted by the loveliness that is motherhood or you will be enjoy all that and be doubly lucky because Gumby will allow you to read and nurse/play/wipe up spew/change a nappy etc! Either way, I look forward to your continued insightful comments regarding books – and the being-a-mother thing. Well done for hanging on so long!
Your book group sounds fabulous, I’d love the one I joined this year to develop into something so nuanced. 🙂
If you mean your newly formed Manchester Book Club, I can well imagine that you, Lucy “Relish Reads” and Simon “Savidge Reads” have some fab discussions. Looking forward to your thoughts on “The Master & Margarita”. I read it last year and loved it – very amusing, although a couple of my friends have read it more recently and hated it!