Michael Ondaatje - Warlight (Penguin, 2018) ****

This is the story of two children, Nathaniel and Rachel, brother and sister, who grow up as orphans when their parents suddenly abandon them when they're young adolescents. They grow up under the supervision of a shade figure, named The Moth, who looks after them initially from a distance, but gradually the two children get mixed up in the criminal activities of the gang The Moth belongs to.

In the second part of the book, Nathaniel is older and tries to put all the missing pieces back together, including the fact that his mother had been a spy, and even many of the facts and events do not make sense yet, he's trying to turn everything into an understandable and coherent story.

"If you grow up with uncertainty you deal with poeple only on a daily basis, but to be even safer on an hourly basis. You do not concern yourself with you must or should remember about them. You are on your own. So it took me a long time to rely on the past, and reconstruct how to interpret it. There was no consistency in how I recalled behaviour. I had spent most of my youth balancing, keeping afloat".

Life is like a puzzle, with many pieces that do not fit together, and with many pieces missing.

The writing is good, the story captivating and memorable, the characters interesting and unusual, the atmosphere coherent and kept throughout the book.

A good read.

Michael Ondaatje - The Cat's Table (Alfred Knopf, 2011) ****

Nederlandse titel : De Kattentafel

Toen ik jaren gelezen "The English Patient" las, wist ik meteen met een meesterwerk te maken te hebben, geschreven door een auteur die stylistisch, structureel en menselijk superieur is aan vele andere hedendaagse schrijvers, en iemand die eenvoud van onderwerp kan koppelen aan complexiteit. De kwaliteiten van het boek kwamen maar matig tot hun recht in de film.

"The Cat's Table" is een pseudo-autobiografie, die de fictieve reis vertelt van de elfjarige Michael Ondaatje die vanuit Sri Lanka (Ceylon) met de boot richting Groot-Brittannië vertrekt voor een reis van drie weken. Michael vindt twee leeftijdsgenoten, die eveneens zonder ouders de tocht maken, met wie hij goed kan opschieten en beschrijft de "kleine dingen" die de drie jongens meemaken op het enorme schip : een wereld op zich, met interessante figuren : de piano-spelende globetrotter, de gevangene aan boord, de kaartspelende dierenopzichters, het rolschaatsende Australische meisje, de upper-class dief, de meereizende acrobaten-goochelaars, ...

Ondaatje is er opnieuw in geslaagd om door zijn -ditmaal luchtige - schrijfstijl een wereld te creëren die aannemelijk en tegelijk menselijk is. De boot is een verkleining van onze wereld, maar dan één die vanuit de onschuld en avontuurlijkheid van een jongetje als één vol verrassingen, vreemde figuren en ongekende mogelijkheden wordt gezien, los van elke morele overweging.

Tegelijk is het relaas een zeer melancholische en gevoelige beschrijving van zijn vriendschappelijke relaties met andere mensen, over "personal chemistry", over liefde en vriendschap onder jongens, over ziekte, dood en vrijheid. En in dat opzicht is dit typisch Ondaatje : hij slaagt erin een kleine wereld te scheppen die tegelijk almovattend is, pakkend en clever. De tocht is een overgang tussen twee geografische werelden, tussen culturen, tussen jong en oud, tussen de spanning van het jongensavontuur en de gebroken scherven van het volwassen zijn, tussen vluchtige contacten en duurzame relaties.

Toch heeft het boek niets gekunsteld, het lijkt allemaal zo normaal, bijna vanzelfsprekend, maar dat is voornamelijk door de verfijnde beheersing van Ondaatje zowel qua stijl als in het evenwicht van het materiaal, en het relatief beperkt gewicht dat hij aan de verschillende zijplots geeft, zoals contacten in het echte leven, zonder logische aaneenschakeling buiten het toeval. Het is pas als volwassene dat je mensen gaat opzoeken. In je jeugd worden ze aan je voorgeschoteld.

Er zijn momenten en beschrijvingen die zo sterk zijn, dat je echt gelooft dat het een reëel verslag is, zoals bijvoorbeeld de ervaring van de ik-figuur over het zoutgehalte van de reling rond het schip, of de beschrijving van de handelaars die het schip volgen tijdens de doortocht van het Suez-kanaal.

Ondaatje's stijl is onwaarschijnlijk sterk en beheerst, net zoals in al zijn vorige romans. Waar zijn zinnen in "Divisadero" het resultaat lijken van urenlang schaven, zo schijnen ze in "The Cat's Table" het resultaat van eenvoudig vertellen, maar die schijn is vals : hij is economischer geworden, maar scherper, sterker.

O ja, en "The Cat's Table" is de tafel aan boord waar de laagste passagiers samen moeten zitten, ver verwijderd van "the captain's table".

Een sterke aanrader.

Jazz novels

 As an avid reader, I have come across several books that bring the spirit of jazz to live. Many others have used jazz as backdrop for their plots, with Haruki Murakami, who once owned a jazz pub, as the most notable one, but also thriller author Steve Hamilton and a few other ones.

Yet there are three novels in which jazz is at the center of the story, with Michael Ondaatje's "Coming Through Slaughter" as my favorite.

Michael Ondaatje - Coming Through Slaughter (Picador, 1976) ****½

Michael Ondaatje is possibly best known for his award-winning novel "The English Patient", a book that is ten times better than the movie, and an absolutely fantastic read. Ondaatje is a language virtuoso, with a lyrical style that is at the same time intricate and easy to read.

In "Coming Through Slaughter" he tells the story of Buddy Bolden, the cornet player who started jazz in the early 20th Century in New Orleans. Little is known about Bolden's life, or about his music. He suffered from schizophrenia, and was collocated in a mental institution at a relatively young age.

In this wonderful novel, Ondaatje tells Bolden's story through the perspective of the people who were closest to him, as if they were they are delivering witness accounts of what was taking place. Each person, whether his friend the photographer Bellocq, or Cornish the trombone player, or his wife, talks with his or her own voice, alternated with scraps of other material that could shed light on the musician. The result is a patch-work of carefully crafted texts that not only re-create Bolden, but the whole atmosphere and context of turn of the century New Orleans, with its music and its nightlife.

The novel is an absolute delight. A must-read for jazz fans.

It is said that Bolden was the first to merge blues with ragtime and gospel. Here is Ondaatje's descriptive of this, through a testimony of one of the other characters:

"I'm sort of scared because I know the Lord don't like that mixing the Devil's music with His music. But I still listen because the music sounds so strange and I guess I'm hypnotised. (...) The picture kept changing with the music. It sounded like a battle between the Good Lord and the Devil. Something tells me to listen and see who wins. If Bolden stops on the hymn, the Good Lord wins. If he stops on the blues, the Devil wins."

In the marching band he was playing in, Bolden starts doing his own thing while spotting a girl on the sidewalk who reacts to his music.

"March is slowing to a stop and as it floats down slow to thump I take off and wail long notes jerking the squawk into the end of them to form a new beat, have to trust them all as I close my eyes, know the others are silent, throw the notes off the walls of people, the iron lines, so pure and sure bringing the howl down to the floor and letting in the light and the girl is alone now mirroring my throat in her lonely tired dance, the street silent but for us her tired breath I can hear for she's near me as I go round and round in the center of Liberty-Iberville connect. (continuing further for another page like this) my heart is at my throat hitting slow pure notes into the shimmy dance of victory, hair toss victory, a local strut, yes meeting sweat down her chin arms out in final exercise pain, take on the last long squawk and letting it cough and climb to spear her all those watching like a javelin through the brain and down into the stomach, feel the blood that is real move up bringing fresh energy in its suitcase, it comes up flooding past my heart in a mad parade, it is coming through my teeth, it is into the cornet, god can't stop god can't stop it can't stop the air the red force coming up can't remove it from my mouth, no intake gasp, so deep blooming it up god I can't choke it the music still pounding a roughness I've never hit, watch it listen it listen it, can't see I CAN'T SEE. Air floating through the blood to girl red hitting the blind spot I can feel others running, the silence of the crowd, can't see".

Ornette Coleman (was it him?) once said that "writing about music is like dancing about architecture", yet some of us, and Ondaatje in the first place, manage to come close to evoking it.

Roddy Doyle - Oh, Play That Thing (Vintage, 2005) ***½

Irish novelist Roddy Doyle is the master of the long and funny dialogues, taken from real life. Usually he sticks to the common man in Ireland, and many of his novels are really worth reading, such as "Paddy Clarke, Ha Ha Ha", "The Barrytown Trilogy", and "Snapper". To the general public he is possibly best known from the movie "The Commitments", in which a young band becomes the Irish replica of James Brown's music.

In this novel, Irish immigrant Henry Smart arrives in New York, gets involved in some mob troubles and has to flee to Chicago, where he meets no one less than Louis Armstrong, who is turned into a fictional character here, and is even involved in a burglary together with Smart. As in all Doyle's stories, "Oh, Play That Thing" is about the common man trying to make a living, making ends meet in a society whether nothing is given for free. And with no skills or education, they end up in the world of speakeasies, bootleggers and criminals.


The story is rambunctuous, fun and told with the energy and dynamic power we know from Doyle. Whatever stupidities they're up to, you cannot but feel a deep sympathy for the humanity of the characters.

Here is a short description of Armstrong's playing.

"The names danced among the crazy lights that jumped from the mirror ball above the dance floor. He was dancing now as he played, as if his legs were tied to the notes that jumped from the bell of his horn. His steps were crazy but he was in control. He was puppet and master, god and disciple, a one-man band in perfect step with the other players surrounding him. His lips were bleeding - I saw drops fall like notes to his patent leather shoes - but he was the happiest man on earth."



Patrick Neate - Twelve Bar Blues (Penguin, 2002) ***

"Twelve Bar Blues" tells a story that spans several generations, but its key character is "Lick" Holden, cornet player from New Orleans, and a contemporary of Lous Armstrong. It is an epic tale about jazz music, about African American culture and racism, about passion and love.

Even though it is not literature with a big "L", it is wildly entertaining and it creates characters and conjures up an entire world that are highly plausible and fun.



Now, Michael Ondaatje is from Sri Lanka and lives in Canada, Roddy Doyle is from Ireland, Patrick Neate from the UK. I may have missed something, but where is the great American jazz novel?

This is the first review that I post on my blog on Jazz CD Reviews and on Literature Reviews, the latter less popular because only in Dutch, but I will change that.

Michael Ondaatje - Divisadero (Bloomsbury, 2008) ****

Nederlandse titel : Divisadero

Michael Ondaatje is zonder enige twijfel één van de meest lyrische en romantische schrijvers van deze tijd, maar van een dusdanig hoog kwalitatief niveau dat elke zin een genot om lezen is. Zoals de titel aangeeft, gaat het om "de scheiding", na de aantrekkingskracht, na het verlies, na het verdwijnen. Het gaat ook om twee verhalen die in elkaar vervlochten zijn, in elkaar overvloeien. Het eerste is dat van een Amerikaanse vader die met zijn dochter Anna en een adoptiefdochter Claire, op een ranch in California woont, geholpen door Coop, een soort adoptieve ranch-knecht. Het tweede verhaal is dat van een 19e eeuwse Franse schrijver, Jean Ségura, naar wie Anna onderzoek doet en in wiens leegstaande huis in een klein Frans dorp ze gaat wonen. Dit is de grootse Ondaatje die ons ook The English Patient schonk. Het boek reikt evenwel dat niveau net niet. Maar toch zeker één van de beste boeken die ik dit jaar las.