De Mojo Blues

by A.R. Flowers

Dishonorably discharged on account of a mutinous "fragging" incident, three Black Vietnam veterans find their cherished brotherhood dissolving until Tucept HighJohn, the group's leader, brings them to a new vision of the triumph of Black people

Genres: African American

216 pages, Hardcover

First published December 12, 1986

Reviews

[Cody · Rating 3 out of 5]

(Sticking with my 'Too late to review book legitimately/I'd be performing a memory of x' for the day by way of songs from 1971 that hinge around dominate usage of major7th chords, I gave you that other master...)

"The Wailing Wall"
--Todd Rundgren, 1971


There's a grand old maid across the sea
So the story was recalled to me
And from dawn till dark, you hear her call
Down in front of the Wailing Wall

And she cries all day, so sad and alone
Till someone comes along and leads her home
Nobody listens, and nobody seems to care
But everyday, you'll find them there and

Kneeling down for sadness sake
Crying just as though their hearts would break
And from dawn till dark, you hear them call
Down in front of the Wailing Wall

And they cry all day, so sad and alone
Till someone comes along and leads them home
You know I don't listen, and you know that I don't care
But everyday you'll find me there and

Kneeling down for sadness sake
Crying just as though my heart would break
And from dawn till dark, you'll hear me call
Down in front of the Wailing Wall

[Jordan Isaac · Rating 4 out of 5]

Very creative story telling. There are very high moments within the story, but also a lot of information given or plots added that actually have no real significance to the story overall in the end. Wish it could’ve been like 2 chapters longer to really bring the story to a full closure. 3.5/5

[Elaine · Rating 3 out of 5]

not the usual Vietnam story, if there is such a thing

[Meemsi · Rating 4 out of 5]

"Yes we are still weak and our enemies are legion. Yes we must war from the briarpatch, grabbing destiny by its armored throat and whispering softly, amongst ourselves, 'Holywar against all'. My heart is full and I am so proud that tears roll from my eyes. My people. A fighting instrument forged on the anvil of adversity. My horde."
pg. 241