This is a very strange book. Morrison tends to write odd stories, but this one is particularly disjointed. It is like the music it is named after--a great deal of improvisation around a theme and sometimes it is only the tiniest bit related to the central theme. The story starts with Joe, a 50-year-old man who shoots and kills his young lover. His wife, Violet, tries to cut up the young woman's face at her funeral. The story swirls around the two of them and their lives. I didn't love it; I would prefer more of a straight narrative style. And the story never really seems to go anywhere.
It's a pretty short easy read but not worth the time.
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