There's some decent writing in They Dream in Gold and an interesting idea in the story of a talented musician's journey to recognition but the book side lined that in favour of a syrupy love story about a romantic partner who disappears just as his girl is about to give birth to their child. There were some really weird tense changes with whole sections written in unwieldy past perfect while others rendered in choppy present simple didn't really drum up any immediacy. It was hard to care whether Mansour ever turned up again or not and his and Bonnie's "smouldering love" was unconvincing. The black revolutionary sections were just perfunctory and the back and forth structure and international colour didn't form a coherent whole. I think less ambition in the breadth of characters and locations would have added up to a more satisfying narrative. I'm sure the book will please lots of people but I returned to it evening after evening as if to a chore, feeling its blurb was probably written by hard pressed reviewers who hadn't finished the book.