I picked the book, Of Song and Water off a shelf at a second hand shop. I loved the title. That was my sole reason for choosing it. Quickly running my fingers through the pages, I decided it would be placed in what my father used to call ‘the throne room’. You got it? Something about the size of the font. And…it seemed like it wouldn’t be a need-to-think-deeply sort of book.
In the end, this turned out to be a remarkable story, a book where music could be experienced through the written word and where colour could be heard.
As happens with similar narratives, I was seduced by the intimate disclosures revealed on this family line. Coleman’s life, love of music and connection with water were woven through memory and the life of his father, Dorian. Given my years living on the edge of Georgian Bay, I also found the setting of the Great Lakes to be nostalgic in its description. I’ve not spent time in Chicago or Detroit, but I can imagine these places, based on movies, media and books.
“Joseph Coulson’s second novel, Of Song and Water, concerns a jazz musician coming to endings: a career on the skids because of hands that can no longer make the chords he needs; a boat, falling apart and weighted with memories of his father, and of his father’s father before him (both men casting long shadows); a divorce; a former love he walked away from for his music; and a daughter preparing to leave for school.”
Throughout the writing, there is evidence of an intimate understanding of Jazz…and sections that describe Otis and others in performance, are rich with the detail and process of the genre.
I am very happy that I came upon this book, quite by accident. It was a rich and generous piece of writing. There were many surprising moments for me. Again, I like the intimacy of language and I am a kook about description. This wouldn’t be a book for everyone, but really appealed to my taste.