This was a remarkable book. The HF story of Hazel Scott, a jazz/classical pianist, an activist, a gifted and talented Negro* musician. The story starts out in New York in 1943 where we find Hazel Scott at Cafe Society packed to a full house. The Cafe was an integrated nightclub, which is saying quite a bit for the times. Even though she was well known, New York was her home audience, and they responded in kind. It was there that she met Councilman Adam Clayton Powell Jr. While she was not looking for a relationship as he was a married man, a minister no less, there was a pulling towards each other. While she was looking to advance her stardom, he was looking to advance their togetherness. Both were activists, both took whatever criticism was given to the Negroes personally...Powell was running for Congressman of that district in Harlem. Eventually he wore her down and lived together until he divorced his first wife. However, theirs was a tumultuous marriage...Hazel was on her way up to the heights and he was fighting for his brethren in Congress. He wanted her to behave as a proper wife of a minister, while she was reaching the top of her career. Having as much as she could take from Powell, because of his often humiliation of her, both personally and publicly, Hazel managed to flee to Paris where many Negro entertainers escaped to, where there was no racism and they could be accepted for who they were, not the color of their skin.
Among her friends was Billie Holiday, another talented entertainer. Unfortunately, she was hooked on drugs, alcohol and whatever she could get her hands on. In the description of their friendship, Ms. Tate included some lyrics from the song "Strange Fruit" which had to do with black bodies hanging from popular trees. It is one of the saddest songs ever. Billie Holiday was headstrong and listened to no one when it came to drugs, so much so she was arrested at least one time. Yet Hazel was always there for her, but even so there was just so much she could do.
As I am reading this novel, I'm wondering why I've never heard of Hazel Scott. Surely, I've heard of Sarah Vaughn, Ella Fitzgerald, Lena Horne and so many more fantastic Negro artists. Where was she? I know about her now, that's for sure! Ms. Tate has written an excellent book, with many supporting characters, all well developed in her writing. This was a book, while entertaining, was also quite informative. Behind each and every one of these entertainers (even those not mentioned in this book), you can be sure of the heartache they were going through in the 40's, 50's 60's and beyond. You can only imagine what it feels like to be stabbed with criticism on a personal level, when spoken of not as a person, but by the color of their skin. Want to walk a mile in their shoes? I don't think so. But be grateful for the music they gave us and what it cost them.
This book is highly recommended. Five stars is not enough. My thanks to NetGalley for this ARC in exchange for an honest review.
*The term Negro is what was used during the 40's, 50's 60's.