Joplin's Ghost: A NovelSimon and Schuster, 20 вер. 2005 р. - 496 стор. *From the author of The Reformatory—A New York Times Notable Book of 2023* In this chilling historical novel that's part love story, part ghost story, a female singer's life spins horrifically out of control as a long-dead music legend chooses her to continue his legacy. When Phoenix Smalls was ten, she nearly died at her parents' jazz club when she was crushed by a turn-of-the-century piano. Now twenty-four, Phoenix is launching a career as an R&B singer. She's living out her dreams and seems destined for fame and fortune. But a chance visit to a historical site in St. Louis ignites a series of bizarre, erotic encounters with a spirit who may be the King of Ragtime, Scott Joplin. The sound of Scott Joplin is strange enough to the ears of the hip-hop generation. But the idea that these antique sounds are being channeled through Phoenix? Her life is suddenly hanging in the balance. How will she find her true voice and calling? Can the power of her own inner song give Phoenix the strength to fight to live out her own future? Or will she be forever trapped in Scott Joplin's doomed, tragic past? Stunningly original, Joplin's Ghost is a novel filled with art and intrigue—and is sure to bring music to readers' ears. |
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... stood directly over him . His nostrils longed for her scent , and he thought he smelled chrysanthemums . He tried to reach for her , but his arms failed to move , useless . " Who're you talkin ' to , Uncle ? " the attendant called from ...
... stood directly over him . His nostrils longed for her scent , and he thought he smelled chrysanthemums . He tried to reach for her , but his arms failed to move , useless . " Who're you talkin ' to , Uncle ? " the attendant called from ...
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... stood among them, a man so young he might be a teenager. His face was damp, but there were no tears in his bright, smiling eyes. He followed the wheelchair, patting Scott on the back with blows so earnest they hurt. “Say, you playing ...
... stood among them, a man so young he might be a teenager. His face was damp, but there were no tears in his bright, smiling eyes. He followed the wheelchair, patting Scott on the back with blows so earnest they hurt. “Say, you playing ...
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... stood with defiant stateliness above the keys although no candles had burned to light this piano in lifetimes . Phoenix loved the piano on sight . Maybe it was the Sarge's timer and the piano lessons . Maybe it was her boredom at being ...
... stood with defiant stateliness above the keys although no candles had burned to light this piano in lifetimes . Phoenix loved the piano on sight . Maybe it was the Sarge's timer and the piano lessons . Maybe it was her boredom at being ...
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... stood by watching them . The woman had bleached - blond hair and wore a pantsuit that looked tight , bulging around her body's every lump , and Phoenix wondered how she could breathe . Her pale hair sprayed behind her as though she were ...
... stood by watching them . The woman had bleached - blond hair and wore a pantsuit that looked tight , bulging around her body's every lump , and Phoenix wondered how she could breathe . Her pale hair sprayed behind her as though she were ...
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Сторінка 399 - WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance...
Сторінка 399 - And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;— then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Сторінка 165 - An old, worn harp that had been played Till all its strings were loose and frayed, Joy, Hate, and Fear, each one essayed, To play. But each in turn had found No sweet responsiveness of sound. Then Love the Master-Player came With heaving breast and eyes aflame ; The Harp he took all undismayed, Smote on its strings, still strange to song, And brought forth music sweet and strong.
Сторінка vii - Query: when we are dreaming and, as so often happens, have a dim consciousness of the fact and try to wake, do we not say and do things which in waking life would be insane? May we not then sometimes define insanity as an inability to distinguish which is the waking and which the sleeping life? We often dream without the least suspicion of unreality. "Sleep hath its own world," and it is often as lifelike as the other.
Сторінка 438 - Bedside of a Neighbor." This song apparently dates back to her mother's time. BEDSIDE OF A NEIGHBOR I was standing- by the beside of a neighbor Who was just about to cross the swelling tide, And I asked him if he would do me a favor: Kindly take this message to the other side.
Сторінка 217 - What do you want from me? What can I do to help you?
Сторінка 344 - Although this work completed by one of the Ethiopian race will hardly be accepted as a typical American opera for obvious reasons, nevertheless none can deny that it serves as an opening wedge, for it is in every sense indigenous.
Сторінка 140 - You have my bio," she said. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded press release with theTSR logo.
Сторінка 117 - The day is fast approaching when a great colored composer will be recognized in this country, especially if he advances from being a ragtime idol. "I don't feel any new rags coming,
Сторінка 344 - It is in no sense ragtime, but of that peculiar quality of rhythm which Dvorak used so successfully in the New World Symphony, the reviewer had said.