Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts

Saturday, March 15, 2025

Truth Teller #8, James Baldwin

Truth Tellers #8, James Baldwin, critic, novelist, essayist, expatriate who rose from an impoverished childhood to become one of America’s great writers. On being poor, black and homosexual “I thought I’d hit the Jackpot. It was so outrageous , you had to find a way to use it.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Book Cover for "Plague Babies" an Uncompleted Novel

We all know about writer's block, but what happens to all those books that are never written? They are stored in the Bibliotheque Ectoplasmique near the Catacombs under Paris. There they will moulder forever unless their would-be authors make a breakthrough. Thousands of unpublished manuscripts from children's lit to the trendy new section of unfinished graphic novels sit silently alongside unwritten masterpieces like "Plague Babies" which was started by several respected authors but never finished by any of them. Hours of operation are from 1:00 until 4:00 in the morning. If you go, don't look for your old unfinished novel, it's there and will break your heart.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Pete's Pantheon: Jazz Phoenix Django Reinhardt

Django, his name is a verb, the Romany word for "I awake" He and his foil, the violinist Stephane Grappelli were the first European Swing musicians to be taken seriously by the American Jazz aristocracy. Their band, The Quintette of the Hot Club of France, swung with a jaunty sparkle and phenomenal virtuosity between WWI and WWII. Django spilled melody out in ferocious runs in spite of the fact that he had maimed his hand in a fire which left him with essentially two fingers to fret with. He retaught himself to play and reached a level of mastery that enabled him to survive in occupied Paris despite his Romany heritage and his stardom in a field of music condemned by the Nazis. If you want a parable for the redemptive power of art, look no further. If you want to hear music that is passionate, melodic and elegant they still play Jazz Manouche in Paris, where it has outlasted the Nazis by half a century and counting.