a wild and wonderful debut, teeming with music, magic, family and art.This book is gorgeously written, with prose I wanted to eat off the page: Music sounds 'like giant rose petals unfurling in the air, smooth and fragrant' boats are 'docked on the Mississippi, their varicolored sails furled against the wind like birds sleeping with their heads under their wings'.The effervescent invention of Jennings’s work is dazzling it was absolute pleasure to have no idea where the book would go from one page to the next.It’s perhaps odd to love the middle of a book more than the end, but that was the case here.The book is at its best when it keeps pulling colorful silk rabbits out of its sly and stylish hats, but wrapping up the whole proved less satisfying.There were so many beautiful, evocative elements introduced, only to be abandoned or given short shrift when I expected them to weave together into something surpassing its parts.When I think back on reading it, though, I feel as if I’m seeing sound and hearing colors, overwhelmed by the beating heart and joy of it all.
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