Busking the streets of the Quarter with an archaic sense of determination, James Buck is relentless in his pursuit to fathom the depths of his talent. He has no delusions of the obstacles that stand in the way of his becoming a great violinist: poverty, self-exhile from his family, his generation. But a dubious love affair with a beautiful young woman reveals the enormous obstacles that lay in the way of his becoming a great man. James Buck is a raw portrait of an artist as a young man, -vivid, accurately flawed, melancholic and beautifully honest and relevant. With a pace true to its circumstances at all times and a prose polished with an invisible friction, like the streetcar tracks along St. Charles Ave., this story takes you into the life of an anomaly, and drops you off with no way back.
This little book was written by a good friend of mine, James. He wrote the book at the age of twenty and while it is a good book describing the difficulties of a young person in going through life and while it has many autobiographical aspects, it can be sensed that it was written by a young soul. It worth the read and beautifully and poetically done! Perhaps an updated version is on its way?