Intermission by Owen Martell
Martell’s short novel takes a real event, the death of jazz bassist Scott LaFaro in a car accident in 1961, and imagines what followed.
LaFaro was the bassist in the Bill Evans Trio and died shortly after they recorded what are regarded as some of the best live jazz albums of all time (Sunday At The Village Vanguard and Waltz For Debby). Before forming his own trio, Bill had played piano on Miles Davis’s seminal album Kind of Blue. Martell’s story imagines what happened when trio leader Bill went to ground for several months after LaFaro’s death.
Fronted by an epigraph from Miles Davis “Don’t play what’s there, play what’s not there,” Martell attempts to do that in a way, but more of that later…
Bill is taken in by his brother Harry after Scott’s death, and later goes down to Florida to stay with his parents, Mary and Harry Sr. These three family members respectively take a turn to narrate the story, each taking a solo before handing over to Bill for the coda. Harry, Mary and Harry Sr reminisce about their own and the boys’ childhoods, growing up and how proud they all are of Bill who made something different of himself. No-one could be prouder than Bill’s mother, who is half-Russian and a musician-manqué herself. Her roots are grounded in Stravinsky and her favourite ballet of his, Petrushka, which contains the famous dissonant ‘Petrushka Chord’ much beloved of jazz artists too – indeed Harry’s first section is named after the chord. Bill, stricken by grief and heroin, resembles nothing as much as the Russian puppet who comes to life.
This novel was not really what I expected from the blurb and the intriguing cover art. We learn virtually nothing about Scott, Paul – the other member of the trio, or the New York jazz scene – they are all peripheral to Bill’s grief, it concentrates entirely on Bill and his family.
It’s all elegantly done, but there’s little jazz in this novel. Bill’s passivity absorbs all in its wake. The resulting prose is beautiful and carefully crafted, but was too drawn out to keep my full interest during the first two thirds; by the time that Bill begins to snap out of his funk, it was too late, so for me this book was disappointing.
Returning to Miles Davis’s epigraph, the author has looked at “what’s not there” – and eloquently described a musical void. But, the emphasis on the stop light on the cover and the novel’s title itself, do give a strong hint of the hiatus to come. (6/10)
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Intermissionby Owen Martell. William Heineman hardback, pub Jan 2013, 167 pages.
Sunday At The Village Vanguardby the Bill Evans Trio (CD)
Waltz For Debby [Original Jazz Classics Remasters] by the Bill EVans Trio (CD)
Kind Of Blue by Miles Davis (CD)
I love Bill Evans and was keen on the idea of this novel but found it a bit dull, to be honest.
I agree – it needed jazzing up.
Love that evocative cover.
I love books about music and also those that have a link with real life, so I started reading your review thinking this might be another for the tbr pile. But, no. What a shame.
Me too re books about music and real life. I have that Stravinsky novel ‘The Conductor’ in my TBR pile I remember – must read that soon.
I course I meant Shostakovich
I love that era of jazz but it really sounds like the book was a waster opportunity – pity as like Alex I was ready to add it to the wishlist!
Deep down I was hoping for a literary evocation of The Fast Show’s Jazz Club sketches – ‘Nice!’ but didn’t get it.