Breve história de sete assassinatos

by Marlon James, André Czarnobai (Translator)

Em 3 de dezembro de 1976, às vésperas das eleições na Jamaica e dois dias antes de Bob Marley realizar o show Smile Jamaica para aliviar as tensões políticas em Kingston, sete homens não identificados invadiram a casa do cantor com metralhadoras em punho. O ataque feriu Marley, a esposa e o empresário, entre várias outras pessoas. Poucas informações oficiais foram divulgadas sobre os atiradores. No entanto, muitos boatos circularam a respeito do destino deles.

Breve história de sete assassinatos é uma obra de ficção que explora esse período instável na história da Jamaica e vai muito além. Marlon James cria com magistralidade personagens — assassinos, traficantes, jornalistas e até mesmo fantasmas — que andaram pelas ruas de Kingston nos anos 1970, dominaram o submundo das drogas de Nova York na década de 1980 e ressurgiram em uma Jamaica radicalmente transformada nos anos 1990. Um romance épico, brilhante e arrebatador, vencedor do Man Booker Prize de 2015.

Genres: Fiction, Historical Fiction, Literary Fiction, Crime, Book Club, Mystery, Audiobook

910 pages, Kindle Edition

First published October 2, 2014

About the author

Marlon James is a Jamaican-born writer. He has published three novels: John Crow's Devil (2005), The Book of Night Women (2009) and A Brief History of Seven Killings (2014), winner of the 2015 Man Booker Prize. Now living in Minneapolis, James teaches literature at Macalester College in St. Paul, Minnesota.

James was born in Kingston, Jamaica, to parents who were both in the Jamaican police: his mother (who gave him his first prose book, a collection of stories by O. Henry) became a detective and his father (from whom James took a love of Shakespeare and Coleridge) a lawyer. James is a 1991 graduate of the University of the West Indies, where he read Language and Literature. He received a master's degree in creative writing from Wilkes University (2006).

James has taught English and creative writing at Macalester College since 2007. His first novel, John Crow's Devil — which was rejected 70 times before being accepted for publication — tells the story of a biblical struggle in a remote Jamaican village in 1957. His second novel, The Book of Night Women, is about a slave woman's revolt in a Jamaican plantation in the early 19th century. His most recent novel, 2014's A Brief History of Seven Killings, explores several decades of Jamaican history and political instability through the perspectives of many narrators. It won the fiction category of the 2015 OCM Bocas Prize for Caribbean Literature and the 2015 Man Booker Prize for Fiction, having been the first book by a Jamaican author ever to be shortlisted. He is the second Caribbean winner of the prize, following Trinidad-born V. S. Naipaul who won in 1971.

(from Wikipedia)

Reviews

[karen · Rating 4 out of 5]

congratulations and ADORABLE!!

this book is a little challenging at the outset, but if you stick with it, you will be rewarded like a motherfucker. (note: if that word upsets you, this book is not for you)

it's not the length that is challenging, although 700 pages is a nice chunky brick of a book, and it's not the dialect, unless this is your first exposure to patois. even then, this is a multi-voiced novel, with several characters who are not jamaican, so unlike The Book of Night Women, there are many parts that are not written in dialect, and like reading irvine welsh, once you get into that voice, it's easy as pie to read.

the challenging part - for me - was getting situated. at first, the chapters just come at you hard, without context of who these characters are in relation to each other. there is a very handy "cast of characters" section in the beginning but even then, i was lost for quite some time before i managed to understand the connective threads. and you might not have this problem - when i started this i was still on my delicious post-op percocet, so i admit there was some blurriness and some dulling to my cognitive capabilities. but the first chapter is narrated by a ghost for goodness' sake, and then goes right into the voice of a fourteen year old jamaican boy witnessing extreme violence and mentioning characters named, among others, "shotta sherrif," "josey wales," and "doctor love," before the next chapter swerves you into the story of a middle-aged white american man in a fast food restaurant in jamaica and by now your head is spinning with "what have i gotten myself into???"

but stick with it, because it will all come together beautifully. and after all, you have 700 pages to get the hang of it!

i am not a history buff. before i read this book, i didn't know anything about the political and social climate of jamaica in the 70's. there were superficial things i had picked up on by reading other books, but this is such a big fat immersion into the time and place that is working really hard to paint a broad picture of three decades of the jamaican experience, and is so successful at it, that even if you are like me and this is all new information, and you are swimming in acronyms: jlp, pnp, cia, you will not be lost, even with the "thrown into the deep end" beginning.

and, yeah, the hook for the american readership is that one of this book's touchpoints is the 1976 assassination attempt on bob marley, called here only "the singer," but that's far from its most interesting story, and not just because of my sleepy indifference to reggae. the massive sprawl of this book is so much more than that - it's the warring criminal underworld of kingston, government conspiracies, the evolution of the drug trade, diaspora, the corrupt police, the specific hardships of women, the american cutesification of a country riddled with poverty and unrest - it's a brick for a reason.

it is epic, in that word's most precise definition.

and while i have, surprisingly, never read james ellroy, i feel like his fans would really enjoy this book, because it does what i understand ellroy to also be doing: juxtaposing small(er) scale crime stories against global politics and the treatment of smaller countries like petting zoos or chessboards. but in jamaica. with less staccato prose. (detail provided by ellroy-fan greg)

there is nothing this man can't do. for the second time, he has created a complex, nuanced, credible female character in nina burgess (aka), and tells so many harsh and beautiful and strong stories, you are left weak at the end. and not to diminish his skills as a writer, but he's also fucking dreamy. i know this book isn't even out for months yet, but i am already foaming at the mouth for his next one.

seriously, don't miss this. it will be talked about.

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oh my god do you see what i have??



but do you know what i don't have?

time to read it.



cruelest world ever

come to my blog!

[Adina ( back from Vacay…slowly recovering) · Rating 5 out of 5]

4.5* I have to subtract half a star because I almost quit at page 400. It got boring at that point but I am very glad I stuck with it. Although there were times when I was counting how much more was left in the book, it felt like something will be missing from my life when I was finally done.

This was, by far, the most difficult book that I have ever read, although, I admit that I did not read Ulysses, Moby Dick or other books known to be a nightmare. However, I am pretty sure the book can be put in the same category, quality and difficulty wise.

So what makes it so challenging? First of all, half of its 683 pages are written in patois and at the beginning it is quite difficult to grasp. Secondly, each chapter is written as a stream-of-consciousness in the voice of a different character. Some are gang members, some are CIA agents, a reporter etc…and even a ghost! The voices are quite different and it takes time to get used with them. The hardest is to follow the character’s thoughts when they are close to death or in a stressful situation. Then, the flow goes all over the place which makes the book so damn beautiful and hard at the same time. There is a index of characters at the beginning which is helpful but not enough.

However, the most challenging part was figuring out the context of the characters who were being spat at me, what were the relationships between the voices and all the other characters and also the events mentioned. It all comes together very nicely but I had to be patient and very attentive. Some characters/events might be explained 50 pages or so later.

The book tries to picture three decades of Jamaican history which include government conspiracies, gang movements, CIA involvement in the country. The first two parts take place around the 1976 assassination attempt of Bob Marley (called the "Singer") and the evolution of Jamaican criminality/politics in time, until 1991. The plot lines also take us to USA (Miami and New York) where Jamaican gangs were controlling the traffic of crack. As I knew absolutely nothing about Jamaican history, I had to do some research on Wikipedia and other sites. This is one reason this book cannot be rushed. I would not have understood anything if I had read this without googling stuff.

Although the book is about politics, CIA, murder, drugs it is not very fast paced until the last 250 pages which fly easily. Do not read this book if you do not like violence and cuss words as it is full of both. The writer is amazing in inventing new ways of describing violence.

In the end, I didn’t care that it was difficult to read. It was all worth it. I learned a lot of things about Jamaica and World history, I was privileged to read some amazing prose (even a bit of poetry), I was amazed by all the voices the author could create, I learned how to read patois (I even dreamt speaking the dialect one night). I will never forget this novel, I feel a richer person after finishing this so I believe he really deserved to win the Booker Prize

[Barry Pierce · Rating 4 out of 5]

When I open a book and see a lengthy character list I know I'm in for a wild ride. However Marlon James' A Brief History of Seven Killings is more than just a wild ride, it's a brutal masterpiece that deserves its place as one of the best books of this decade so far.

James weaves a Dickensian plot around Jamaican history and culture. The entire plot is based on the events surrounding the attempted assassination of Bob Marley in 1976. It's a fictionalised history of Jamaica from the 1970s through to the 1990s. I must admit that my knowledge of Jamaican history and politics and culture is laughably sparse. I'd tried ackee and saltfish once and didn't really like it so I don't think Marlon James could have found a whiter canvas to paint his story upon.

I mentioned Dickens earlier because he's the only author whose work I can compare this to. A massive cast of characters, a hefty page count, numerous interweaving storylines but in the end it always comes together. This novel displays such mastery of plot and prose that I have not read since The Old Curiosity Shop or The Pickwick Papers. While this is essentially a very different novel it still harks back to and is possibly in the same league as these literary greats.

A Brief History of Seven Killings is never an easy read. From whole chapters written in Jamaican dialect to brutal murders and mutilations being described in minute detail. When Steinbeck discussed The Grapes of Wrath he said, "I've done my damndest to rip reader's nerves to rags; I don't want him satisfied". I feel this quote also applies to James and this novel. He is a brutal writer, the dots above the Is are bullet holes and stems of his Ts are sharpened and ready to kill. Blood imbrues the pages of this novel and you are always caught off guard.

As with many great novels such as this one there is always talk of literary awards and prizes wafting through the air. The most prominent to me is the Man Booker. At the time of writing, this novel is longlisted for the 2015 prize and I can say without hesitation that this is by far the runaway winner. I cannot conceive of any reason why this novel should not snatch the prize. If it does lose however it will go down in history as "do you know what actually won the year A Brief History of Seven Killings was longlisted?"

While some may be apprehensive and intimidated by its size, subject matter, and prose, I cannot urge everyone enough to pick up this book. A good novel holds your attention for a couple of hours, a great novel teaches you something. New cultures, new languages, new people. A Brief History of Seven Killings is a great novel.

[Michael Finocchiaro · Rating 5 out of 5]

Marlon James takes us through an insanely violent roller coaster ride where various actors in the drama surrounding the house invasion and assassination attempt on Reggae Uberstar Bob Marley's Kingston, Jamaica house in December 1976 tell the story in a series of Faulkneresque first-person dialogs (the author has mentioned the influence of As I Lay Dying on his writing of this book). It is based on the research of a team of researchers assembled by James. The book took four years to write and the story is both plausible and shocking and heinous. The gang violence in the Caribbean and in Jamaica (but also New York, Miami, Philadelphia...), the CIA's plausibly deniable involvement with drug cartels and interference with democratic (or demagogic) processes is all described in tantalizing, realistic detail. Each of the 12 first-person characters from Papa-Lo to the wordless Singer to the insanely violent Bam Bam or the psychotic Josey Wales or the way-in-over-his-head journalist Alex Pierce and especially Nina-Kim-Dorcas-Millicient were so realistic in their interior monologues.

The characters are so well-drawn and so realistic written in their own unique patois. This was my second ride on this merry-go-round and I bombaclot loved it. Again. The book is so big and so complex that I HIGHLY recommend a second reading to fully appreciate the links between the characters and plotlines, sort of like I would also recommend for similarly layered masterpieces like Conversation in the Cathedral, Ulysses, Gravity's Rainbow, etc.


It is important to note that before the action in the novel that many pieces have been set in motion: the battle between Manley's PNP and the gangs (Papa-Lo vs ShottaSherrif) is just heating up, Josey Wales had been shot in riots back in 65, Peter Tosh and Bunnie Wailer have left the Wailers and Bob with both Papa-Lo and ShottaSherriff are organizing a peace concert, the CIA has several agents on the ground as they suspect Cuban involvement on a political plane and the Medellin cartel is gearing up to dominate the global cocaine market. Also, shortly before December 3, 1976, Marley was spotted with the organizers of a major threat made on a jockey which resulted in an expensive horse race's result being changed. It is critical to note that there is no character that escapes James' lens and none of them are pure in spirit, some are even devoid of humanity.

The novel starts with an epilogue of an already-murdered politician's soul talking to us. This narrator then closes each chapter except the last one. Each chapter then treats a single day through the perspective on multiple narrators each named at the top of their sub-chapter. The patois of the Jamaicans and especially that of the gang-bangers takes some getting used to, but it is gorgeous and incredible how the painting of this moment in time - what led to it, who perpetrated it, and its far-ranging consequences - feels so real and engaging. The realism pulls the reader along and I in particular was breathless as I turned each page wanting to see what another character would reveal. If I were compare this to a painting (since others have borrowed the Tarantino movie metaphor already), I would say this works like a series of Caravaggio paintings in heavy chiaroscuro where in the darkness we see evil characters coming out of the shadows, the flashes of knives and muzzles, the dark, thick pooling of blood while hearing the crowds shouting "Rastafari!!" among the scattered gunshots, we smell the ganja smoke and acrid burning smell of spent bullets, we taste blood in our mouths as we feel the impact of a fist on our cheeks...


Marlon James does not hold back on the violence of the gang world, of the homosexual encounters of several of the protagonists (and their own difficulties in accepting their sexual desires as genuine). I really loved the story of Dorcas and the old guy in the Bronx (my one regret is that this story just evaporates into the mists of time).


To truly understand the novel, one needs to know a little of the history of the rastafarian religion and of reggae music. Rastafarianism was born in the political struggles of Jamaica and has a strong identification with the fate of ex-slaves. It was closely tied to the Marcus Garvey-inspired Back to Africa movement (see the conversation between Nina and Kimmy early on). Ganja was used to get closer to the more mystical, spiritual aspects of the religion. I thought that one of James' themes in the novel was cultural reappropriation (particularly in the banter between Alex Pierce and the various people he interviews as well as Barry Diflorio) of rastafarian looks and reggae music as it became synonymous with the Jamaican Me Crazy t-shirts (referred to many times in the novel). The root messages of the anti-racist post-slavery movements have been all but forgotten with the appropriation of reggae-inspired cultural symbols which are now associated with hippies and weed.

That isn't to put Rastafarianism on a pedestal. James points out (when Nina talks with Kimmy about her boyfriend) that the culture was extremely sexist. The Singer slept with 1000s of women and had no women in matters of importance around him. When Nina goes to the Rastafarian house, the women are all subdued and waiting for orders from the men. This is a good place to point out another major theme in the book which was the prevalent violence against women throughout. It is one of the more disturbing things about ABF7K that so many women are raped, mutilated, and killed by Josie Wales and the various posses. This might put off some readers, but I think that James is trying to show that under the image of Jamaican Me Crazy and big doobies lies a history of violence in the impoverished neighborhoods of Jamaica which is almost beyond comprehension. We also see that Rastafarians were viewed by the older generation as stinking, lace-ridden fools (see Mr. Burgess reaction to when Kimmie tells him that Nina slept with the Singer).

James was clearly aiming at an unfiltered, raw look at some of the core issues in recent Jamaican history and letting the readers draw many of the conclusions on their own. The most important events are described by two or more characters to add depth and color to the descriptions. If you squint really hard, you might find some humanity in the Singer, in Nina, and maybe even in Weeper, but it is really hard to see Josie or Papa-Lo without an instinctive shudder.


I think that Marlon James has set the bar for post-modern fiction in this second decade of the 21st century, that his Man Booker Prize of 2015 was more than warranted, and that he is of supreme talent as a writer and impersonator in his writing. He alludes in his afterword that he had enough material for a second book. I will be the first in line for that one.

If you read anything this year, make it A Brief History of Seven Killings. It is truly masterful beyond just words. It is probably, without doubt, the book I have recommended the most in the last 6 months to others!

The audiobook on Audible is also 5 stars!

[Petra X · Rating 5 out of 5]

Update I've just watched Autopsy: Bob Marley. Watching the true story of the politics and events surrounding the attempted assassination on Bob Marley involving the CIA, made this book, even in retrospect, really come alive. The spin the author put on it, was the same conclusion as the documentary, although they were very circumspect about putting it. It doesn't matter whether you read the book or see the programme first, each adds to the other.
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I don't know how to review this book. It isn't like any other book. It shares much in common with many others. Psychopathic criminals, corrupt politicians, the meddling of the US into foreign affairs, guns, gangs and girls who just don't matter. But it is so much more than the sum of its parts. It is the writing which soars brilliantly above all the five star books I've read this year except for The Book of Night Women, also by Marlon James.

Where it differs from all the other books is that Marlon James knows what goes on in a woman's head. He gets women completely and writes about us better than anyone I can think of. He gets our strength, our weaknesses, our absolute racing, manic thoughts and stupidity when dealing with matters of the heart that aren't going our way. You wouldn't really think that a gay, dreadlocked university lecturer would have that kind of insight would you? He displayed it to even greater effect in the historical novel, the Book of Night Women. That was the first time I felt I understood the mind of a slave woman, rather than the narratives of what they had to go through.

The story has more than one main character and story to tell, although all the stories are linked in a major way to the (true) story of the attempted assassination of Bob Marley. And it is only at the end that the story of one of the characters lightens and there is hope. And the hope is that you want to know more and would like to urge the author to write another book about... continuing the story that has only just made sense and could have a new beginning. I don't want to even put it in a spoiler who it is and why it only makes sense at the end. It's too good even for that.

I do think the audio was one of the best audio books I've ever listened to, a play for voices (many actors) really, rather than narrated. I listened to it and also read the print book. I'm glad I listened to the audio first. I'm probably more familiar with Jamaican accents and language than most and even I found the words flowed better listened to.

If he keeps this up, he's going to be Jamaica's first Nobel Prize winner for Literature.

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Important note on background to the book which might help you to enjoy it even more than you probably would anyway. If you are thinking of reading this book, or have read it and would like to know about the people and the events the book is based on, then read this from the London Review of Books, Goings on in the Tivoli Gardens. It's a long piece. Don't skip a single word.

This essay - it's hardly a review - is articulate and informative and only goes to emphasise the brilliance of Marlon James writing.

[Petra X · Rating 5 out of 5]

I've finished the book at last. It is an incredibly long listen. You become involved in the stories of these Jamaicans, Cubans and Americans, dead and alive all acted out in the narration by actors who feel their parts. It is sheer genius and so I'm immediately reading the paperback. Once I've finished it, I'll review the book properly. Suffice it to say that it didn't resonate with me as The Book of Night Women did. It did take me, though, into a parallel universe that I have never experienced but often read and heard about, a favourite world of tv dramas and cop shows. Gangs, drugs, murders, the CIA, double agents.... And all of it presented it as recent history and reality and that's what it felt like. Not tv drama, not fiction, but reportage. The story Alex Pierce was trying to tell.

Brilliant.
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There is a scene in the book where a guy is with a male whore and he is describing in detail what he wants doing and how it feels and the other guy who is used to prison sex but not actually feeling it, describes what each stroke, touch, suck feels like. I won't say it's erotic, it didn't turn me on, but I understood the sex, I saw what they liked and got out of it. Genius writing.

This book keeps getting better. It's very strange to read a really amazing book with writing beyond anything you could imagine. And then it gets better.
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When I read The Book of Night Women in early January, I confidently forecast it would be the best book I read that year. This one is on a par with it right now, maybe it is even better. The writing is dazzling. I've never heard stream-of-consciousness arouse emotions in me, I've usually been bored by it.

If I could do anything I wanted, I'd want to be a student in one of Marlon James' literature classes. I want to hear how he talks and explains books.

I keep saying it, but I do urge anyone going for this book to listen to the audio. It's like a play. It's acted not narrated and if there were Oscars for audio books, this one would win it. I am rationing myself, I don't want this to end too soon...

btw The reason I do updates in the review box is because regular updates don't save and I want to be able to reread one day how I experienced the book as I read it, not just with hindsight.
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Previous update I want to tell everyone to get the audio book just to listen to this woman's stream-of-consciousness monologue. You know how it was when you got dumped and what went through your head, every way you could think of to reverse what just happened, to get him back, everything gets wilder and more unlikely, you try and distract yourself... you remember. This is a story so it moves forward but that monologue, how a man could have written that is beyond me, absolute genius. But I'm not sure if it would read as well as it sounds. The narration in general is brilliant but the monologue has you hurting for her.
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Change from hardback to audio I started to read the hardback and also listen to the book. I prefer the audio because it is a brilliant production. I think I will probably both listen and read it. We all have different things we look for in a book, and the most important thing to me is good writing. I could enjoy Marlon James for that alone. I did wonder if it could match The Book of Night Women, so far it does.

How I got into this very complex story and character list It took quite a while to get into the story, but I discovered that the best thing was not to try to make any sense of what fit where and why such and such a person was narrating that section. I found it best to just enjoy listening to the excellent narration/read the dialogue and then the story begins to wash over you slowly, like the tide coming, until you are immersed in it. An interesting way of writing a story.
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Short note on starting the book. I wonder if this can live up to the outstanding The Book of Night Women? I hope so.

[Sean Barrs · Rating 3 out of 5]

I’ve been reading this book for an entire year, and it’s not been easy. At times I wanted to pull my hair out and scream, at times I wanted to throw the thing at the wall and be done with it, but I persisted. I made myself get to the end, and whilst I can say that I didn’t entirely enjoy the experience, I do appreciate James’ narrative style.

His deft manipulation of language is clearly the success of his storytelling. The way he writes reflects his characters. This may sound like a simple idea, though in reality it is one of the hardest to pull off. The narrative reflects the feel of the characters on a macro and micro scale. He writes in a different style for each one, and it’s superb: he brings their essence alive, who they are and what they sound like. It’s a great technique, one that must be extraordinarily hard to master. This is, no doubt, the reason he won the man booker prize in 2015.

That being said though, I found the entire thing very difficult to actually read:

“anything you want to know about Kingston’s green versus orange war, everything you ever need to know about the rudeboy-cum-gunman is not in Bob Marley’s lyrics or in Peter Tosh’s but in Marty Robbins’s “Big Iron.” He’s”

You what?

Some passages were terribly strong in their dialects. More so than this. I love individualistic artistic expression; it’s what makes literature so grand. I think it’s wonderful that this has been written like this, but, still, that doesn’t make the process easier for me, personally, to read. Perhaps I’m the wrong reader. Perhaps my own experience deemed that certain parts of the narrative were almost incomprehensible to me. Either way this was a struggle even if the experience was interesting. This isn’t a novel that comes easily recommended.

[Baba · Rating 4 out of 5]

First of all this book isn't brief but it's most certainly history; now that I've got that out the way, the only way my mind can summarise this book is that it's nearly 700 pages of first person perspective of 20+ character specific, many recurring, chapters of which a fair amount are almost stream of consciousness are you still with me? First person - multiple first person character specific chapters - narrated often from inside their minds mostly - and telling the story of Jamaica, or to be more exact the major characters connected to the failed assassination attempt of 'the singer' Bob Marley across several countries and three decades from the combative two-party political systems connection with crime, Communism and Cubans, and the CIA, through to the Crack Cocaine epidemic of 80s America!

What unfurls is indeed an immense work so finely tuned numerous voices, sentiments, ideologies, world-views in such a way that they truly feel like genuinely individual voices from the gargantuan irrepressible almost demented criminal Josey Wales through to the convoluted world of the CIA agents hovering in and around Jamaica in the 1970s. It's a delightful approach that only reveals the story in deliciously episodic chapters from a single person's view. It's a story that does not water down the connection between Jamaica's combative two-party system and the criminal elements used to garner votes; it doesn't gloss over the world of 'the singer' and his impact on the local Kingston community, or on the persecution of Rastafari; it doesn't hold back on how the criminal underclass lived, or on the base corruption of the police force; neither does it shy away from the later desperate need to escape Jamaica for so many. Yet even with these countless negative takes on Jamaica the book itself is a testament to Jamaica in its immensity!

This Man Booker Prize, Anisfield-Wolf Book Award, Minnesota Book Award and OCM Bocas Prize for Caribbean Literature winner 2015 had such an impact on me, that a few hours before writing this review I'd returned from an impromptu drink with a Jamaican born friend so he could explain to me the path of Jamaica from World War II to the 1980s to help me better frame the book against real history. This is a book I already want to read again with my new knowledge, indeed the only criticism I can have of this book, is I feel, to truly enjoy and appreciate this work one really should brush up / learn about Twentieth century Jamaican history. Gwaaarn! 9.5 out of 12.

2022 read

[Matthias · Rating 5 out of 5]

A Brief History of Seven Killings should not be evaluated based on its supposed brevity, nor on the amount of killings featured in the book. The title could be the source of misguided expectations in this regard, as it is being overly modest on both counts. But if you're expecting a clever, fast, insightful, colourful and authentic novel, you won't be disappointed.

My first instinct when I see a book that has won a prize (in this case the Man Booker) is to have zero expectations of it. Even less. I usually tend to avoid those prize-winning novels, because I always imagine a stuffy jury of academics wearing woolen suits in August and greasy glasses on the tips of their veiny noses, deciding which high-brow book to call "brilliant". All this just to make the masses who buy the book feel a little bit more stupid while they try to make sense of the decision to give it such an award. I took my chances on this one, because the title alone already gave me the distinct impression this was going to be anything but stuffy. Needless to say -but I'm gonna say it anyway- I'm glad I did give this a chance. Even though I remained skeptical at first and I was looking for reasons to hate it, I quickly found out there were none of those, and instead I got an amazing ride in the Jamaican suburbs.

The strenghts:

- Characters: The cast of characters is quite big: gang members and cops, Americans and Cubans, addicts and reporters, the average Joe, the average Jane and an anything but average Singer. This impressive list is presented for later reference in the beginning of the book, which is very practical. This big list might seem daunting, but there is nothing to worry about, all the characters, especially the main ones who get their own voice as a narrator, are colourful enough and very distinct, in order to avoid any confusion. The one thing that binds them all: they're all smart in their own way, and they're all authentic. This is the first similarity with Quentin Tarantino's works I see: everyone is awesome. In the highschool cafetaria they'd all be sitting at the cool table, even though some hate each other.

My favorite character in the book is Josey Wales. I won't go into too much detail as to why, in order to prevent spoilers, but I will mention one aspect. He's the kind of guy who likes to be underestimated when it comes to his intelligence, so he can use it to his advantage. But he also hates being underestimated, because he considers it an affront, and will react accordingly (he's a bit of a psychopath sometimes). Even though I'm not a psychopath, I recognized the sentiment vis-a-vis being underestimated within my former self. And it made me glad I changed, because the writer describes perfectly how tiring and flat-out insufferable such a person can be for other people.

Different perspectives are used, so many of the characters get several chapters that are narrated in their voices. A very good choice. Suffice to say: I have grown to love them all. There's a deep connection that is established with these characters, making for sometimes very heavy, sometimes cringeworthy, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes laugh-out-loud moments. You really "live" these peoples' lives, you even live their deaths in some cases, the immersion is complete.

- Dialogues: The second similarity with Quentin Tarantino's work: all the characters are upfront, witty and can always fit in a clever retort. They can speak their minds and do it very elegantly and with a wonderful sense of timing. Many of the dialogues, monologues and thought processes build up nicely to very juicy oneliners. I'm very tempted to write down all the oneliners I've copied, but having them in this review without the build-up wouldn't do them justice. I'll share a few, just to give you an idea:

"Jamaica never gets worse or better, it just finds new ways to stay the same."

"The quickest way to not live at all is to take life one day at a time."

"My mother is so afraid of trouble that trouble sticks to her close just because he never gets tired of proving a point."

"Besides, who trusts a man who drinks hot water with lime instead of whiskey or even coffee? What's next, peeing sitting down?"


- Setting: I had no idea about how Jamaica is or was during the seventies, or how the New York streets looked like in the eighties and nineties, but I think I do now. I'm not going to double-check, but also according to the acknowledgements this is all very authentic and that's the impression I had gotten. I could almost smell the jerk chicken off the pages.

Aside from the locales, there is of course the setting of gang wars. Here I must warn the faint of heart: this book is not for you. This book gets extremely violent at times. Rape and murder are described in sometimes excruciating detail. Not just the violence gets this very detailistic treatment. There is a lot of sweet man-on-man lovin' in the fourth chapter that has forever changed my views on flowers blossoming in spring. Marlon James actually warns his mother not to read that fourth chapter. It is extemely explicit.

The presence of Death is overwhelming, which will be less surprising because that usually comes with the killings. This book opens with a dead person talking, by ways of introduction, which didn't strike a big chord with me at first. That intro actually left me completely clueless. But the way Marlon James gives the sometimes very recently deceased a voice is powerful beyond compare. You'll look into the minds of people about to die or just having died and I can tell you, those thoughts strike home.

- Jamaican Patois: The star of the book. Jamaican Patois with a capitalized "P" as far as I'm concerned. It's a beautiful language, that sadly I cannot emulate for you. As Marlon James himself repeatedly says, nothing makes a white boy sound more white than when he tries to "chat bad". I have found a review of someone who can do it very well (don't know her cultural background), but if you want an idea of what it sounds like, check out this review by Nicole: Jamaican Patois in action.

Remember the violence so brutal and the lovin' so sweet it will make you diabetic just reading about it? Somehow, the Jamaican Patois all makes it more palatable. "Sufferah", it sounds all cool and light, but a dramatic meaning lurks behind it. Even their swearwords sound like superheroes. Bombocloth and Battyman, to the rescue!!

This strength is a possible weakness though, marketing-wise: I don't think this book is translatable. I doubt it can be done without losing the all-important context of the story. The Jamaican Patois is the identity of this book, translating it into anything else would be equal to killing that identity.

- Plot: The plot is very reviting. The central element is an assassination attempt on "the Singer" (we all know who that is), but it actually isn't his story. It's the story "about the people around him, the ones that come and go that might actually provide a bigger picture than asking the Singer why he smokes ganja".

All the characters have their own struggle, and all of them are in danger of something. The central question: "Who will finish on top?" Everyone is striving for that top in their own way, by killing, seducing, negotiating, working until they realize that the "on top" usually means "on top of a pile of corpses" and they try to change directions, turning it all into a question of survival. This story is about that, but also the little things, like a bad marriage (somehow I got the impression Marlon James doesn't really like white women by the way), kids not being able to sleep at night or a jealous sister nagging on the phone.

I've upgraded my initial 4-star rating to 5 upon writing this review, realizing there aren't any weaknesses worth that name. Let's call them taches de beauté. Slight imperfections that make the whole more beautiful. The one thing that almost prevented me from putting this one on my favorites shelf is that sometimes the book made me work a bit too hard. I get that Marlon James put a lot of work in this, and I got the distinct feeling he wanted to make his reader put in the little extra effort too once in a while. When he explained the word "duppy" on page 526 (more or less) when having used it 77 times (more or less) earlier in the book, I was convinced that Marlon was having a laugh at my expense. Two more examples:

- With all the different perspectives and the rather high volume of pages, there is a lot of information to process. Sometimes they're unimportant details, but sometimes one of these details is referred to later on. At some point in the book, Josey Wales has to laugh because he hears "Ma Baker" being played on the radio. Now, you know as a reader that this is a reference to something earlier, an inside joke, because "Ma Baker" had been mentioned before, way way earlier in the book. But I couldn't remember exactly how, or in which context. And I couldn't find it again either, because with all these narratives intertwining, finding it would simply mean re-reading the book. So a joke went over my head even though it shouldn't have, and it annoyed me. I guess this is partly my fault, and probably the reward would have tasted all the sweeter if I would have gotten it, but it stings. I consider myself a fairly meticulous reader. So hereby a request: Anyone reading this review and able to fill me in on the joke will get another great joke in return!

- The streams of consciousness: I'm not against streams of consciousness in general, they usually make for a very immersive experience. But in this book those streams were the weakest part of the book, and sometimes aggravating. The reason for this is that whenever Marlon James chose to use this writing method, it was always when a character was either on a drug trip or in a panicky state. Having just read "A Scanner Darkly", I know this can be done much better. The fact that important information is sometimes included in the rants of repetitions, swear words and psychedelic experiences made this less pleasurable than it was probably intended. That said, I think there's a full total of 20 pages of these kinds of streams, so on a total of close to 700 pages this boils down to criticism equivalent to not liking the lay-out of the table of contents.

There, I've said it all. I just want to end on a positive note, because this book is definitely a must-read and has got all the potential to be a timeless classic, a book that people from faraway futures will be reading. Don't be one of those people though. Read it as soon as you can!

[Elyse Walters · Rating 5 out of 5]

Audiobook.....and physical book....

The story begins before the election the 1976 election. Thankfully Paul, my husband, listened to the first half of this book 'with' me. It was supportive to have conversations
together.

Fact-based story/Jamaica/Kingston
Crime, politics, graphic violence, ( including rape), graphic sex, hard core criminals,
Gangbangers, CIA agent, Rolling Stones, Teen- boy with his first gun, drug trafficking, more violence, more killing from 1976...to 1991.

Characters we get to know at the beginning of the book - drop off --( they were killed).
The names of all the characters are listed in the front of the book...(extremely useful for me). After listening to the audio first.....(I got the physical book to help me with the follow along with the audiobook. ( not the other way around).

One of the characters that came over to the states.. to Harlem. ( Josey Wales)... was the character who had me begin to understand why Bob Marley's life was a threat.
But this book is complicated - beyond devastating - yet often extremely engaging. The voices were piercing-dramatic at times....so real - so raw- absolutely riveting terrific.
Patois dialect is fabulous. I don't think I could have read this 'without' the audiobook's help. Following everything along with only the physical book would have made the experience harder - and more dry.
By listening to the audiobook, experiences of the graphic violence felt frightening. I was able to imagine being inside the criminals heads...( to begin to understand their years of anger and hopeless feelings).

Am I glad I invested time with this book? Yes! Is it ever uplifting? It's not!
yet...the voices were almost 'theatrical' ---piercing interesting---(as I already mentioned), and gorgeous sounding with their accents.
I was able to distant myself ( for emotional health), long enough to learn more about the the killings & politics of this country. Really sad!

Know...this is an extremely graphic book filled violence and hatred.

[Julie · Rating 1 out of 5]

I remember school days painfully toiling over my Latin translations ...
and it all came back to haunt me with this!

Crikey, chinas! Thought I'd need the ambo! I was a cot case. At first I thought, she'll be apples. I'll give it a burl!! But then I realised my noggin was cactus! I was cheesed off and about to do my lolly. Fair crack of the whip! I had buckleys of sussing out the lingo! Thought I was a drongo! A no-hoper! But stone the crows!!! This was a stinker for me as a reader! A write off!

Seeing as idiosyncratic language is a literary winner, I can see myself writing The Great Australian Novel, chockers with the vernacular! But I will just start with this review (in the Great Australian Vernacular ... and at least I provide a translation ... see below)

If patois is defined as : a form of a language that is spoken only in a particular area, then I am not going to rate myself as a "fail" for not enjoying the struggle to read this! In fact, I didn't enjoy it so much that I didn't finish it!

The pigin dialect being used, the constant jargon of the language, was a struggle. And to further fracture the reading, the story itself jumped between points of view and the timeline. And close to 700 pages of unstructured language and plotline.

Clever? Maybe.
An effort to read? Totally.


Translation :
Good heavens, mates! Thought I'd need an ambulance! I was done in. At first I thought, it'll be all right. I'll give it a go!! But then I realised that my brain was broken! I was annoyed and about to get angry. Ease up! I had no chance of understanding the language! Thought I was a stupid person! An incompetent person! But wow!!! This was objectionable for me as a reader! A total loss!

[Greg · Rating 5 out of 5]

Rating this book is a little difficult. I think I’m going to go with five stars, because it is quite amazing. There are a few small problems with the book, but they are the kind of problems that come from trying to be too ambitious, so it’s not perfect but it is great. An ambition is a good thing to have.

Karen mentioned this in her review, and an unnamed person from Goodreads disagreed with her in person, but I think he’s wrong. A Brief History of Seven Killings is a historical novel right out of the James Ellroy realm. I don’t know if it is because Karen asked me if I thought this was like James Ellroy when she was reading it a couple of months ago that it grabbed me almost immediately as being a maximilist cousin to the historical novels of Ellroy, but a strong argument could be made that this book is basically a Jamaican version of American Tabloid and The Cold Six Thousand.

For those two Ellroy novels the pivot point between them is Dallas 1963. The first book leads up to History and the second picks up moments after when trigger(s) have been pulled and what the results of that moment are.

ABHO7K can be broken up similarly, with an assassination as the pivot point between the two parts. The central action that explores the causes and the effects is the attempted assassination of Bob Marley (AKA “The Singer”, in this book) by a group of Jamaicans at his house in (1976?). The reasons for the assassination are complex, but they come down to the relatively simplistic way of putting it—he was upsetting the violent but stable Status Quo of the warring Jamaican ghettos by trying to bring some unity to the main two political parties in Jamaica at the time (who were also the supporters of the rival gangs). It was sort of like the Tammany Hall era New York City and earlier but with automatic weapons and third world living conditions.

A break in writing the review came here for a couple of weeks…

This has been a tough review to get going with. I loved the book. Part of me wants to point out the spots that I didn’t like as much, but they mostly come from comparing them to James Ellory’s novels, which isn’t fair. I think that Ellroy made some better choices in the execution of a novel of this type, but it’s obviously not the only way to handle a historical novel of this type.

Like Marlon James’s last book, The Book of Night Women, at the heart of this story is the corruption of lofty ideals. Here it is a little less murky since it’s only some of the characters that would even give lip service to what they are going is for any higher good, while others are just out there for the money, the power, the high or because they just like pulling the trigger. Where in his previous novel the violence that comes is of a revolutionary kind that is masked in the ideals of liberation for the slave population, here the violence initially stems from the desire for peace.

In my review for his previous book I’m pretty sure that I used some Crass lyrics as a jumping off point, and my aging mind thought that this was another Crass lyric that would be suitable, but it’s actually by a 90’s Connecticut Punk band with similar political leanings, The Pist… “if you want to talk about peace prepare to be ignored.” This is a lie, because talk about peace might make you be ignored by those with (not necessarily in) power, but if the talk has the tinge of being a reality those who profit from the the non-peaceful state will probably think about unleashing their violent ways on keeping their advantage. The protagonists of this story are mostly people who feed off of a non-peaceful state, and how profit nicely through the suffering the destruction of others.

Sitting in the middle of this book is someone whose music has never brought me any joy, Bob Marley. While I’m not a fan of his, I really appreciated his phantom like presence in this novel. He’s there in almost everything that happens, either directly because of actions he is taking or else from the fall out of the attempted assassination on his life. He’s a voice calling out for peace and unity in Jamaica while at the same time has a dark presence in the book that is almost as ruthless as the triggerman Josey Wales. The fact that he’s there but almost never actually physically there in the story gives him a wraith like quality that works in interesting ways with this book and its structure.

I would definitely recommend picking this book up. It’s probably one of the best books of this past year, and it’s probably the only one that I’ve read that feels like it’s a capital eye Important book. It’s not necessarily as tight as it could be, I think that the book could have had a bit more force if the number of points of view were cut down a bit in some sections and I thought that a few of the story lines were interesting but not necessarily that important to the overall structure, but those are really minor points and even for the one story line that I liked but was a little baffled about why it was there, I still found moments in it where thematically added something of interest to the book.

It’s on the long side. Much of it is written with Jamaican slang that may be a little difficult to get into (and it was surprising to me to see how some of the words would be spelled, I was familiar with quite a bit of the slang from some Jamaican’s I’d worked with in the past) and if you are like me and stupid about most of the world, the political environment of Jamaica in the 1970’s will also be a little tough to get a handle on at first. The book is also wonderfully brutal and violent, and there are scenes that probably aren’t for the squeamish, but it never feels gratuitous. It never looks away from the ugly side.

So, yeah. Recommended. Possibly the best of 2014.

[Nicole~ · Rating 5 out of 5]

Meh still alive, y'hear? ...
Dem try an' try hard teh bus' me up, eh. Rahtid Papa-lo, Pavarotti, Weeper, an' Josey Wales wit him gang, what him say it name, Storm Posse? shadow dancin' on meh like dem is Duppy Conqueror or somet'ing. Nasty political JLP and PNP crammin' dey rassclat dicks up meh pom pom an' use me hard like some cokehead prostitute dey plant at de street corner, even dey bloodclat corrupt police make papapapapapa! across meh heart wit what you call it? dam AK-47 shit dey ship out here an' spread all over de place like some gunland massacre for a Martin Scorsese movie. Tink we Jammin in the Name of the Lord when is the gun runnin' devils killin' we. When you try dat Godfadder shit on de Singer it juss backfire on you r'ass. Man, he only wail War louder an' louder, So Jah Seh "Smile Jamaica", an' so I did. De Positive Vibration heal meh a little but meh still in danger all de same.
Don't gain the world and lose your soul. Wisdom is better than silver and gold.
Meh can't truss dem stinkin' Dons, not a shot in hell meh tink dey gwan protect me. Jamdown in a bad, bad way like Armageddon arrive. Guns, cocaine, ganja, money, power, revenge; de CIA, Medellin or what ya call dem Anti-Castro's: dey only want to ravage me battyhole, control me, rape me, slice me, burn me, bleed me. Meh life blood gushing outta me, bleeding oceans all the way 'cross to America. I shame, so shame. Meh own pickneys dem leave me to rot, but no, meh can't blame some dem neither. Like Marlon tell it true so. Him one o' me pickney dat got away an' me even tink he gwan win that prize, ire. Bombaclat, when all dis savagery 'pon me gwan stop? Dis wise Buffalo Soldier from Trench Town him had a message before him dead so young, him say:
Don't give up the fight.
Get up, stand up,
Life is your right.
Meh have a right, a right to equality and humanity; gwan fight hard like rahtid to stay alive an' save meh soul.

Meh name Jamaica, see?
____________
Italics are titles or lyrics from Bob Marley's songs.

[Darwin8u · Rating 5 out of 5]

"God puts earth far away from heaven because even he can't stand the smell of dead flesh. Death is not a soul catcher or a spirit, it's a wind with no warmth, a crawling sickness."
-- Marlon James, A Brief History of Seven Killings



First, it is hard to push all that is into this novel into a bottle. So, I'll just say it felt like some weird hybrid of (here is my brief history of seven fathers/mothers): James Ellroy (think Jamaican Tabloid), Don DeLillo (think Libra), Zadie Smith (think Shiny Teeth), Elmore Leonard (think Get Singer), Roberto Bolaño (think Savage Possy), Gay Talese (Think Bob Marley has a Toe), and with the magical realism of Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez.



Anyway, this novel seemed to grab me and I didn't want to let it go. There was power and pull in this novel. It attracted and repelled me at the same time. I wanted to read it, but I didn't want to finish. Just as I would fall into the mix of the dialogue, I would be pushed back out. It wasn't easy and wasn't always fun, but it was constantly amazing. It really did, emotionally, feel like I was reading one of Ellroy's best novels. It could have been Ellroy's Underworld USA #4. This was also a master juggling a bunch of themes and textual ideas. James framed this twisting story of violence, place, race, poverty, power, drugs, sex, language, and death in a funky way (but not too funky and I'm not going to give it away). It reminded me of Lawrence Ferlinghetti's poem 'Constantly Risking Absurdity':

Constantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience ..."

James puts it all out there. And he tends to hit most of his marks, and the ones he doesn't hit perfectly can also be excused because of the difficulty of what he is trying to pull of. This wasn't a perfect novel, but it was a perfect thrill.

[Violet wells · Rating 4 out of 5]

I was close to abandoning this at the 100-150 page mark. Structurally it just seemed so muddled and improvised and rambling. Like a relentless jam session that wasn't developing into a song. Milkman, another novel dealing with macho male violence and Libra, another novel dealing with a CIA conspiracy theory both possessed a fine-tuned artistry that was missing here. What kept me reading was the author's hypnotic prose - for the most part Jamaican patois - and the palpable excitement with which it was written. It's interesting that at the back of book Marlon Jones confesses for a long time he didn't know whose story this book was and as a result was unable to find an architectural design. His problem, he tells us, was solved by someone suggesting he read William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying. Thus, I guess, came the decision to tell the story through multiple narrators which allowed him to stick with the Jamaican patois, clearly an overriding imperative on his part which a third person narrative would have made difficult. But for me this wasn't a happy solution. As a device it's more akin to a long running TV series than a literary novel. There were too many narrators and some, arguably, weren't even necessary. You could remove sections of this (long) book without it being apparent - never a good sign. Women in this testosterone-crazed world are little more than chattels and the female narrators, for example, were lame as women and didn't widen the perspective of this macho world at all (as Anna Burns did so brilliantly and cuttingly in Milkman). Here, for the most part, they merely reinforced the male perspective. And seemed largely a kind of shoehorned afterthought. A novel without women perhaps seeming both commercially and ideologically too risky a proposition.

But eventually the story begins to emerge from all the fumbling and repetition and it's a gripping story. The multiple voice form begins to become more enticing too. I didn't know Bob Marley was shot or that it was believed the CIA were behind the assassination attempt. Essentially this is a mafia story with the familiar state collusion and drug trafficking backdrop. Ultimately it bears some resemblance to the fabulous TV series The Wire. The syncopation between poverty and crime a mainstay of the narrative so the truly bad guys are on executive boards rather than wielding guns. I ended up admiring Marlon Jones for the architectural risks he took even though I'm still not convinced there wasn't a tighter and more economical form for this story which probably carries about 150 pages of excess baggage.

[Matt Quann · Rating 4 out of 5]

I’d taken off on the odd run over the years, but it wasn’t until this January that I started to take it seriously. A friend mentioned a 10km race along the water in early May. It’s funny how a simple deadline is enough to inspire, but with a race on the horizon, I began my training program. One thing I’d never quite wrapped my head around was the driving force behind those humans that ran extremely long distances. Surely no razor-tooth beast chased them. How did they motivate themselves through hours upon hours of pavement pounding, heart racing, lung squeezing agony?

So I put myself to work. I hit the indoor track while the snow still fell in heaps long into the spring, and made use of what little sunshine we had to do some training outdoors. Weeks into my training, I began to get a bit of an appreciation for those runners who had seemed so alien to me mere months before. Suddenly, the throbbing in my calves became tolerable, the aches in my feet after the run subsided, and I no longer felt as if I had asthma when I ran for more than thirty minutes. But it wasn’t until the day I ran the 10km race that I figured out what running was all about.

I huffed, I puffed, I wanted to stop, to walk, to sit, to sleep. But I didn’t stop, I finished.

In those moments after crossing the finish line--the ones after I walked around hunched over, hoping I wouldn’t puke all over the other runners-- I felt awesome.

Still with me?

A Brief History of Seven Killings is a lot like training to run a race. There were some days where I felt like giving up the whole novel and moving on to something more accessible, less painful, more immediately satisfying. There were days when I read 15 or 20 pages and lamented ever having started the book they were so tedious to get through. But I kept at it, day after day, page after page until I got to the end.

So what did I think of the whole experience? Let’s dig in.

Who gives a r’asscloth about A Brief History of Seven Killings?

Well, as it turns out, quite a lot of people! A Brief History of Seven Killings won Marlon James the prestigious Man Booker Prize for Fiction in 2015. For those of you unfamiliar with the prize, it means that a lot of people bought A Brief History of Seven Killings, but few will actually read it. Some of you may disagree with me on this, but I find that the Man Booker Prize winners tend to be a bit more challenging linguistically, structurally, and narratively then, say, the Pulitzer Prize Winners. It’s a bit of a generalization, but not a terrible rule of thumb.

No surprise then, that James’ almost-700-page epic that spans 25 years, a bafflingly large cast of characters, and several countries, is an immense undertaking. If I sound disparaging of the readers who’ve given up on this book, it is not my intention. This is easily in the top three most challenging books I’ve ever read. There’s a crazy amount of POV characters, each with their own particular voice (if a first person narrative) or individual shtick. For instance, one of the later POV sections is the one-sided transcription of an interview, while some of the earlier chapters are entirely in dense Jamaican patois.

So, if you didn’t finish this, or don’t ever intend to read it, don’t feel bad about the whole thing. It is a trial

Nah doubt, my youth, but is A Brief History of Seven Killings worth the pain?

In a word: yes.

With that said, this won’t be a yes for everyone. This isn’t a book I’m going to be handing out to friends and family at every possible occasion. If the writing itself didn’t pose a challenge, I’m sure the content will. Hyper-realized violence, some of the most explicit sex scenes I’ve ever read, and language that would kill my grandmother in her tracks are just a few of the roadblocks to a blanket recommendation.

A lot of reviewers had noted similarities to Quentin Tarantino’s films. That comparison definitely makes sense to me. James is a master of dialogue and dialect. Each character rings true, even when they are nigh-indecipherable. Example: When Bam-Bam does cocaine and the writing changes to accommodate his altered world view. Or when Bam-Bam attacks “The Singer’s” house and it is just as messy as you’d imagine an actual attack on a compound would be. But in the violence, both physical, emotional, and sexual, is far beyond anything I’ve ever seen in a Tarantino film.

Why should I put myself through the pain?

It all does serve a greater purpose. This is a story about Jamaica in a time where political parties had their respective armed gangs. It is a story about those gangs, those gang members, the politically involved (CIA, reporters, etc.), and those left in the wake of violence that ripped through Jamaica. Of course, the selling point for this book is that it hinges on the famous shooting of Bob Marley (simply “The Singer” in this novel). The first half of the book establishes the political situation in Jamaica, the horrors of living in the country in that time, and all comes crashing together in an assault on Marley’s compound.
The lead-up, once you get into the groove of the patois and get a grip on the who’s-who of the cast, is fantastic. The novel is alive, teeming with characters and places that are entirely believable. I think the use of different perspectives, different voices, and different social classes helps to make the world James has re-created feel tenable.

But then you’ve got to get through the middle section, Shadow Dancin’.

This is the trial by fire that sees if you’re ready to get to the end of the novel. Can you handle the strange narratives that may or may not be recounted as the moments that flash before a man’s eyes before he dies? Can you handle that for 30 pages? After the assault on Marley’s compound, there’s a bit of cleaning house after James liquidates a good portion of his cast. It’s just a real strain to get through it. It is this section that pained me the most, and its 100-page struggle is what kept me from going for a full five-stars on this one.

Then you get the best of the best. By the time Shadow Dancin’ was done, I was needing a boost to get through the final 300 pages. These final two sections move from Jamaica to Miami and New York as the gang expands into the US to move cocaine. This is a gangster novel nestled in a literary coating. In fact, here’s the exact line that had me slamming through the final 100 pages like it was a thriller:

“I take the safety off both gun, the 9mm in my left hand and the Glock in my right, and head for the crack house.” (Page 576)

I mean, you’ve just got to see where it goes from there! If I could make a cross-media comparison: this is the Jamaican-literary version of The Wire.

Okay man, enough with the review, the readers are running out of patience.

Sheesh, I guess so! Good thing you brought up running because I had a similar experience with the end of A Brief History of Seven Killings as I did with the end of my 10km race. By the time I barreled across the finish line of this book, I felt both accomplished and highly satisfied. It was very tough in some parts, great in others, and the end had me reeling. There’s a quote towards the end of the novel that I thought summed up the whole experience quite well.

”Well, at some point you gotta expand on a story. You can’t just give it focus, you gotta give it scope.

This story’s scope is immense, and it has been a real challenge, and a real treat to read it. I’m all aboard the James train for his future novels (apparently an “African Game of Thrones”), and am still in awe of his mastery of such radically different voices. I can’t in good conscience give this a full five stars. It is downright brutal to read at some points, and there were times when I wished I had never taken on such an immense reading challenge. However, I love the book in spite of its flaws.

In summary: I was more impressed that distressed by the novel.

[4.5 Stars]

[Mona · Rating 4 out of 5]

Absorbing, Brutal, Brilliant Novel about Jamaican Drug Gangs and Bob Marley




Marlon James, born in Kingston, Jamaica, is a very gifted writer. And obviously, he can write about Jamaica with authority, as well as about Jamaicans in New York City.

So this is a pretty amazing book. It's really well written and packed with action and surprises.

But be forewarned. It's not for the faint of heart.

There's a lot of violence, which escalates in brutality towards the end. (I was able to deal with it, because it was contextual. I mean, the book is about Jamaican drug gangs and the title is A Brief History of Seven Killings, so of course there is a lot of violence. It didn't feel like it was violence for it's own sake, or that it was being savored, as in I Am Pilgrim, which I couldn't even bring myself to finish).

There's also lots of obscene language, much of it in Jamaican patois. I was delighted to learn how to curse in Jamaican! Bombocloth! Bloodclaat!

There are also a few sex scenes, most of them depicting gay male sex.

So if any of this type of thing bothers you, you'll want to skip this book.

But then you'd be missing a very absorbing novel.

In spite of the title, it's not "brief". It's quite long, more than six hundred pages, but given its scope the length feels organic.

Although a Jamaican character makes fun of a white character who says something similar, I've got to say that the language the Jamaicans use--even when they "chat bad" or speak crudely, is pure poetry. It's not just the lilting Jamaican accent, but also their distinctive use of words that makes it so.

The sprawling story has several timelines and locations, and a large and varying cast of characters. There's even a ghost, Sir Arthur George Jennings, a fictitious murdered white Jamaican politician, who reappears at various points in the story.

There are lots of point of view narrators, too many to list. Each chapter is told from the point of view of a different character. However, some of the main point-of-view characters include the young Jamaican woman mentioned earlier, Nina Burgess; an American journalist, Alex Pierce; gang dons Papa-Lo and Josey Wales (named after a character in an American Western movie) ; Barry DiFlorio, the CIA station chief in Jamaica; Weeper, a gang enforcer who works for Josey Wales; Doctor Love, a Latino explosives expert trained at the infamous School of the Americas; Bam-Bam, an adolescent gang member; Tristan Phillips, a Jamaican inmate at Rikers Island in New York; and John-John K, a young American hit man.

The young Jamaican woman goes by the name of Nina Burgess--her real name---here---but changes her name--several times--later in the book. But that only becomes clear as one reads on, as we aren't directly told about her name changes; the reader has to figure it out

Marley is depicted as a man of great vision, but also a human with his faults and failings. I thought James' view of Bob Marley was pretty balanced. He didn't deify the man, while at the same time treating him with great respect. He also sprinkles excerpts from Marley's songs throughout the text, so it helps if you are familiar with Bob Marley's lyrics. Marley is not one of the novel's narrators, and thus, his actions and speech are always related third hand by others. So at the same time, he is the central character and a very peripheral one.

I loved the varying points of view and the distinctive voices of the different characters.

The first two sections of the novel, "Original Rockers", December 2, 1976, and "Ambush in the Night", December 3, 1976, take place largely in Kingston, Jamaica.

A lot (although not all) of these sections centers around the escalating gang violence in Kingston (much of it because of alliances with conflicting political parties, the conservative JLP or Jamaican Labor Party and the Socialist PNP or People's National Party) and a failed assasination attempt on Marley's life (he is referred to only as "The Singer", but it's pretty clear it's Bob Marley, the international Jamaican reggae star). The assasination attempt really happened, and it's very possible the CIA was involved. A group of gunmen attacked the Marley compound on Hope road, but no one was killed, although several in Marley's party, including his manager, were injured.

However, Bob Marley and the Wailers played the big peace concert, Smile Jamaica, which was planned for December 5, anyway, even though Marley and his wife Rita had been wounded in the attack.

The book also describes the incident--apparently also true--in which he's given the gift of a pair of cowboy boots with a needle---possibly containing a carcinogenic chemical---in the right toe, so when Marley, who loved cowboy boots, put them on, his toe, which had previously been damaged in a soccer accident, bled profusely. Some people wonder if this incident was connected with his death of cancer at age 36---it started in his right toe and spread to his vital organs---and there's some speculation that this "gift" came from the CIA. Carl Colby, the son of the late CIA Director, William Colby, showed up at Marley's house as the band prepared for the Smile Jamaica concert. Colby claimed to be a member of the film crew. There is a character, Mark Lansing, that might be a fictionalized version of Carl Colby.

The third section of the book, "Shadow Dancin' " takes place on February 15, 1979, in Kingston and in Montego Bay (or as the Jamaicans call it, "Mobay"). The title of this section comes from the hit song by English songwriter Andy Gibb of the band the Bee Gees. In general, the references to the pop music and films of each period of the book are quite authentic. This song was a huge hit in the fall of 1978.

The fourth section, "White Lines/Kids in America", follows the migration of the Jamaican drug trade to the U.S., and takes place mostly in New York, but also in Miami and Chicago. It's dated August 14, 1985.

The final section, "Sound Boy Killing", occurs on March 22, 1991, and takes place largely in New York City, with a few scenes in Kingston.

I listened to the audio and read along in the 3M Cloud app on my phone and computer.

This was a book for which the full cast audio definitely leant color to the experience and brought it to life. The cast was, for the most part, terrific, except for Chapter Ten in the last section, "Sound Boy Killing", in which Josey Wales' Jamaican accent didn't sound right.

I was able to follow the Jamaican patois from years of listening to reggae musicians like Bob Marley and the Wailers and Jimmy Cliff and from having a few Jamaican acquaintances in New York City. I certainly learned a whole lot of Jamaican patois from the audio, including how to curse in Jamaican.

The cast of the audio included Robertson Dean, Cherise Boothe, Dwight Bacquie, Ryan Anderson, Johnathan McClain, Robert Younis, Thom Rivera.

[Robin · Rating 4 out of 5]

PHEW! My brain is as tired and sore as if it has just been through the equivalent of three back-to-back ironman competitions, in blistering hellfire heat. It's taken me over two months to finish (26 hours of audio, plus all the times I had to go back and re-listen to ensure I understood what was going on). I feel relieved that this anything-but-brief historical fiction has come to an end, and a tiny bit proud too, having made it.

It's a challenging book, which is something I knew, going in, and which had me reluctant to pick it up, for some time now. In addition to the near-700 pages, there are so many characters: what seems like countless (somewhat interchangeable) gang members, dons of gangs, journalists, a pair of feuding sisters, junkies, CIA agents, a hitman, even a ghost. There's also "the singer" (aka Bob Marley), who is integral to the story but who doesn't feature directly as a character. The story spans decades, and takes place in both Jamaica, New York and Miami. It deals with the political climate of Jamaica in the 1970's, relentless gang violence, ghetto life, drug addiction, homophobia, and more. Much of it is written in patois, which takes a while to get used to.

My main problem is that there is way, way too much going on in this book. I can 100% appreciate the authenticity of the voices, striking characters and breathtaking scenes (Bam Bam in particular, stands out). I understand why it is the winner for the 2015 Man Booker Prize, for the effective writing and the sheer, vaulted-ceiling ambition of the novel. But I could have done with about 1/3 less... of everything. Pages, characters, plot, themes.

I started to wonder at points what is this book really about? I faultily assumed it was about the failed 1976 assassination attempt on "the singer". That happens halfway through. While the assassination attempt is a pivotal event, and an important hinge to the story, the book is more about the warring gangs associated with the Jamaica Labour Party (JLP) and the People's National Party (PNP), and their effects on history. By the way, I constantly got the JLP and PNP and their associated gangs mixed up in my addled mind.

At some points I was bored, sometimes I was confused. Other times I was riveted, intrigued and moved. It's interminably violent and profane (I got an education in Jamaican insults - batty man and bumbaclot to name a few). It taught me a great deal about a part of the world I knew very little about. It resurrected my love for "the singer", too. I'm glad I read it. I understand why others love it. But dang, it was tough going. I guess I don't like to work quite that hard.

3.75 stars

The audio book was excellent. All the performers brought their "A" game and breathed life into the characters. I highly recommend it!

[Perry · Rating 5 out of 5]

Me Bredren, a Lectrifyin' Novel 'bout Jamaican Mob
Hell wid ja, bombaclot

A riveting novel, the best novel I can recall focused on organized crime, and maybe the best ever mob-centered novel in terms of literary structure and scope. It's destined to make all the lists for best books of this decade, already garnering author Marlon James the 2015 Man Booker Prize.

I cannot remember a novel published in the past two decades that is so searing in its combination of unique voice, intriguing characters and captivating storylines, such as when it gives a number of thrilling and feverish first-person accounts for a December 1976 shooting of the character known as The Singer and the immediate, devastating aftermath, and later provides a fascinating, fictional (though plausible) explanation for Bob Marley's (I mean, the Singer character's) death in early 1981 from cancer.

The book is told almost solely in the first person narrative accounts of various characters. You have to do some work on keeping up with the characters for a while, referring to the character list in the 1st couple pages of the novel. Frankly, I started to give up, then as if all of a sudden everything began clicking. It was well worth the effort.

The story follows the Greater Kingston, Jamaica gangs (chiefly, the one known as the Storm Posse) and related characters over 3 decades - in Greater Kingston for the first 2, then mainly in New York City from 1985 to 1991.


Skyview of Kingston, Jamaica, Oct. 2014

NOTE: some females may be offended by the number of times they use the P word and repetitive use of the derogative Jamaican slang term "bumbaclot." You don't wanna know what this means literally, trust me.

Aside from that, I cannot recommend this novel highly enough.

An' one more ting me need you don fahget, me ute:

Don ja go pissin on da gorgon!

Gorgon Medusa

[Janet · Rating 4 out of 5]

This book is probably not for you. I know that seems an odd way to begin a book review, especially a book that you’ve given 4 stars. But allow me to explain.

A Brief History of Seven Killings is hard work….unless you are Jamaican or a Jamaican history scholar, unless you are familiar with drug culture and the workings of the CIA. Or unless you are like me, a person who loves politics and foreign cultures, who doesn’t have delicate sensibilities and who doesn’t mind doing some research to understand a story that is nearly incomprehensible at first glance.

Marlon James is a stunning writer, if a little overly ambitious. The book (at 700 pages) is anything but brief and details more than seven killings. The seven killings refers to the men that were involved in the attempted assassination of Bob Marley in 1976 and the book ends when the last of those seven is killed in 1990. A lot of the true circumstances surrounding the lives and deaths of these men is not known but James successfully brings them into a vivid, if hypothetical focus. This is what the best historical fiction does and James totally succeeds on this level. His characters are finely drawn. His sole female character, Nina Burgess, is one of the most interesting female characters I’ve encountered in recent times. It’s something to behold as she reinvents herself, again and again, to escape the violence (and memory) of Jamaica.

James uses a very effective technique to relate a story that spans nearly 20 years. He tells it from the point of view of multiple characters. In fact, there may be too many points of view…..this can be a little messy but is a way to tell a far reaching story without a long, boring narrative. There is a cast of characters in the front of the book that many readers have criticized as having spoiled the fluidity of their reading experience as they flipped back and forth to figure out who was who. So again, if lack of fluidity bothers you, maybe this book is not for you.

Let me tell you what I had to do to read this book.

First, I bought the hard cover, tried to read it and gave up in frustration.
Next, I purchased the audio and tried listening but that really wasn’t working for me either.
Then, I spent a whole afternoon researching Bob Marley, reggae music and Rastafarianism,
After that, I read this research paper which gave me some background on the politics of Jamaica. http://debate.uvm.edu/dreadlibrary/ke... I’d like to read the other papers in The Dread Library when time permits.
Then I read/listened to several interviews with Marlon James about the book.
Finally, I listened to the audiobook and followed along with the book on my lap and the urban dictionary by my side. It took me a long time.

And I still would not claim that I understood every passage or reference.

But I found it extremely rewarding and the truth is, I would like to read it again someday (maybe when I retire). It is that rare combination of an interesting tale, based on fact, that actually teaches you something.
I couldn’t help but notice that a lot of the problems experienced in Jamaica during the time covered by this novel were caused by a “wealth gap”. In that sense, it might even be considered a cautionary tale for what we are currently going through in this country.

More Marlon James please!

[Richard · Rating 3 out of 5]

★★★1/2
I've finally made it through my re-read! This was my first Marlon James book I read when I got an advance copy before it's release. I was a bit lukewarm on it but after it became a big award winner and I later fell in love with his writing in his other books, I decided to try this one again. Unfortunately, I had a similar experience. The book is just a little too tedious and not as compelling as his other novels. I did really appreciate the Josey Wales, Weeper, Alex, and Eubie characters much more this time, so I wanted to give it an extra star. But once the narrative moves to New York City, once again my interest plummeted and reading became a chore. It's just not as interesting as the Jamaican-set part of the book. And the "Nina Burgess" character and the constant reinvention of herself is still the most fascinating part of the novel.

Here's my original review:
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"Dead people never stop talking and sometimes the living hear."

I'm really torn with this one. I feel like I should possibly try reading it again. The book is a big sprawling epic that explores a huge colorful cast of fictional characters, all linked to the aftermath of the true life 1976 assassination attempt on reggae superstar Bob Marley (known only as "The Singer" right before the Smile Concert in Jamaica.

It's a really fascinating story, well-researched and well-conceived by brave up-and-coming Jamaican author Marlon James. It's actually one of the most interesting stories I've read in a long time, told over a span of decades, and combining politics, gang violence, drug wars, journalism, and the CIA. The characters are interesting and detailed, the star of the show being Nina Burgess, who starts in the story as a lost young woman who once had a one-night stand with the singer and at the beginning is now lingering outside of his Jamaican mansion hoping to confront him about her unborn baby and possibly get some child support. But by the end of the book she will have evolved numerous times in a grand character arc.

So why three stars? The book and the prose becomes bloated and tedious. Marlon James, undoubtedly a great writer, seems enamored by his own writing and seemed to be flexing his muscles for all to see throughout the book. His prose has loads of poetic style but sometimes it got distracting. But every other reviewer who's read an advanced copy seems to love it. Maybe I shouldn't have started reading this while in the midst of a big job that takes up 12 hours a day and took up most of my attention. That could have really affected my patience. Because although I really enjoyed the story itself and its characters, I felt bogged down with the writing, which wasn't helped by the fact that there were a ton of constantly switching POV characters (there's a useful cast list of 76 characters at the beginning of the book!). I really wanted to like this more but it might have been the wrong time to read it. I will try to tackle it again. I get a sense that the book deserves it.

*Advanced copy won at a Goodreads giveaway*

[Rebecca · Rating 4 out of 5]

(3.5) James, the son of Jamaican police officers, has spoken of his intention to write about violence in such a way that it is shocking every time, and he certainly succeeds here. This is an edgy, worthwhile Booker pick, but not for the faint-hearted. For the most part, James alternates patois and standard speech, but nearly every section is packed with local slang and expletives. Whether in monologue or dialogue, the many voices form a captivating chorus. One stand-out perspective is Bam-Bam’s; his chapters are full of run-on phrases, remarkably page-turning even as it’s distressing to see how inured he is to sexualized violence.

The novel is in five parts, each named after a popular song or album of the time. James’s scope, especially as he follows Josey Wales to the Bronx, is too wide. All the narrative switches, once so dynamic, grow tiresome. At 350 pages this would have been a five-star read. Nevertheless, I’ll be watching the HBO miniseries.

Welcome to de dread
circle of carnage – blade to blade, bullet
to bullet, body to body, this is our country.

(From “Filop Plays the Role of Papa Ghede (2010),” The Cartographer Tries to Map a Way to Zion by Kei Miller.)


(Full review to appear in December 2015 issue of Third Way magazine.)

I was delighted to win a free copy through Goodreads First Reads.

[Jill · Rating 5 out of 5]

First, let’s pause and pay homage to the genius of a novel well written.

Because make no mistake about it: Marlon James has infused sheer genius into this masterwork. Throughout these pages, he is, simultaneously, a lyricist, a historian, a dialect master, a craftsman, and a ventriloquist. In a series of first-person narrations, he channels gang members, informers, drug dealers, CIA agents, a Rolling Stone reporter and even a particularly insightful ghost. Lurking on the periphery is also a fine portrayal and analysis-of-sorts of the Singer, an obvious nod to Bob Marley and the assassination attempt against his life at the end of 1976.

Two questions beg answering: “Are there really seven killings?” And “If this is a brief history, why does it take nearly 700 pages to get to the end.” The answers: there are far more than seven killings and the readers will gain clarity about the title eventually. As far as the length, Marlon James seems in no hurry to get to his final destination. His goal is sweeping: to portray the turbulent, often violent history of Jamaica and to highlight that one shining moment when peace might have been possible. (“Dangerous thing, peace. Peace make you stupid. You forget that not everybody sign peace treaty. Good times bad for somebody.”)

The conflict, centered upon the animosity between the Jamaica Labour Party (JLP) and the People’s National Party (PNP) provides a glimpse of a Jamaica that tourists don’t see…along with CIA paranoia about the advent of communism (and other “isms”). One of his finest character creations is Nina – who had a one-night stand with the Singer – and who consistently reinvents herself four times in the novel, displaying the impossibility of fully escaping the violence of the past.

A Brief History is both sprawling and demanding. Marlon James helpfully provides the reader with a list of characters at the start, and I often had to refer to it. There are times when the complex political situation and drug culture – which weaves its way into the boroughs of New York City – can seem confusing. Yet Mr. James voice(s) are so assured and the writing is often so elegiac that I could easily forgive its excesses. Some of his stream-of-consciousness passages literally took my breath away. I have no doubt that this will be on my personal Top Ten of 2014 list. In fact, it has a secure place on my “Best Books of This Century” list as well.

[Liz Janet · Rating 5 out of 5]

“Because every man who fight monster become a monster too ..”

What a misleading title: it is neither brief, nor are there only seven killings. It should be called “A Long-ass History of a Ton of Murders”

A novel that spans decades and characters, from 1976 and the assassination of the Singer(Bob Marley) to to crack wars in the 80′s and the politics of the 90′s. It tells the story of the assassins, drug dealers, ghosts during the unstable times the country found itself in, all with crude language. And it has done so so well, that I deem it as one the best books every written, and one that everyone should read at least once in their life time.
Also the first chapter is narrated by Sir Arthur George Jennings, a Jamaican politician, that appears as a ghost since he was murdered.

“But in another city, another valley, another ghetto, another slum, another favela, another township, another intifada, another war, another birth, somebody is singing Redemption Song, as if the Singer wrote it for no other reason but for this sufferah to sing, shout, whisper, weep, bawl, and scream right here, right now.”

Do not be concerned because there is patois here, the dialogue just gives the characters much more depth, and the audience a bigger understanding. And I have to say, as a fellow Caribbean, this novel felt like coming home, even if English is not the main language of my country and we lack the drug wars, somehow simply his descriptions of the place give you a sort of peace in between the heart-ripping stories. “And killing don’t need no reason. This is ghetto. Reason is for rich people. We have madness.”

I do not deem it necessary to know about the political dynamics of the Jamaica of the time, however it is a great helper, and it will immerse the reader even more into what is like being in a country were the streets rule the politics, since this novel is a war of “isms” (capitalism, socialism, communism, et al).
Jamaica at the time was also a bit homophobic as a whole, and in this novel there are a few homosexual male sex scenes, as well as denial of the main gay character about his feelings, which makes the story way more vivid.
This is the best I can do for a review, since mostly I just gush about the incredible writing, the intimidating plot-line, the dark cast of characters, and just every single page of this masterpiece.

[Trish · Rating 5 out of 5]

This book is not brief; it has many more than seven killings; it redefines what a novel is. As a reader I was gratified to read in the Acknowledgements that James himself didn’t know this was a novel, either, until someone pointed to possible parallels for the style in Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying. James drew inspiration from Roberto Bolaño, Orhan Pamuk, Salman Rushdie, and Gay Talese among others, and the work is staggering in sheer inventiveness.

The storyline is anything but simple, told from multiple viewpoints, but basically some people killed ‘the Singer’ and nobody knows why. But while we are looking for answers, we get a whole lotta reasons for why people want to be close to the Singer or are jealous of him or are afraid of him. And it is these things that become the story.

I began by listening to the HighBridge audio production of this novel, performed with enormous skill by an exceptional actor ensemble, but soon found I wanted to see the text. James had me in such awe of what he was doing that I wanted to see the overall structure, introduction, dedication, every little thing. It is a game-changing piece of work. It won’t change most novelists work—James is in the master class—he changes how novels function.

And his voice…it is hard to describe the seeing-ness of his voice. It seems almost trite to say he got the woman thing. He got everybody’s thing. James says Nina Burgess was the voice that most clearly expressed what he as an author was thinking, but it was Kim Clarke speaking in February of 1979 (the first voice in a section called Shadow Dancin’) that broke my heart in two.

The violence…James says "violence should be violent"... and he obliges. It is a reflection, hard to believe, but a reflection of how we do not have to live. Set alternately in Jamaica, New York, and Miami, this is what happens, what we have in store with bad judgement and poor leaders. The book is very violent, and the language is both terribly funny and terribly ugly, the emphasis on terrible. It is gut-punching, air-sucking, awe-inspiring terrible. Shocking.

I am not entirely sure the book needed to be so long, but the sheer genius of the characterizations meant we didn’t really care if it was all meant to be there or not. It is a little hard to get one’s arms around the novel, what with all the pyrotechnics, but like Thomas Pynchon’s Gravity's Rainbow, or David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest, who the heck cares?

There are references to Syria, Iran, and Saudi Arabia in here when the CIA operatives were speaking, as well as other nefarious activities and dirty tricks by representatives of other countries, but James warns us not to read this work as history. It is fiction on a framework of research into a time that was interesting to James.

In the August 25, 2016 Charlie Rose interview James makes the comment that Jamaica’s racism is very different from America’s: “In Jamaica [racism] is endemic. We never faced it, but we didn’t have to, if everyone was bleaching their skin & trying to get their skin whiter and whiter until we’re full free.” That interesting and provocative comment doesn’t entirely explain the differences between the slave legacy in America and colonialist racism in Britain, but gives us something to ponder.

In an interview with Kima Jones and reprinted on her blog, James tells us that the post colonialist mindset and unconscious racism has been picked up by white women:

"I have very little patience for…stories and…movies [that use white characters to legitimize the experience of black characters]. The traditional ‘white guy goes through a three-dimensional experience served by one-dimensional black people.’ Funny enough, the people who are doing it a lot now are white women. I’ve spoken about this, and I’ve never been shy to talk about it. I had a Facebook post where I said, ‘White women, please don’t become the new Orientalist, because we didn’t like it when white men did it.’ This sort of ‘I had my three-dimensional, life-changing experience surrounded by all of these Negroes or all these Asians or all these people from the South Pacific.’ Enough…I didn’t want the existence of my white characters to be validation or justification or proof of the existence of these other, many Jamaicas within Jamaica."

See what I mean? Provocative. Interviews with Marlon James have left me like a deer in the headlights, too stunned to complete my next thought straight away. I am more used to his answers to common questions now, but he can still be utterly surprising. A few links to some of his interviews, all of which are interesting, are below.

Indie Wire, Dec 24, 2015

GQ Review, Oct 13, 2015

Rolling Stone Review, Jan 6, 2016

Charlie Rose interview, Aug 25, 2016

The Guardian , October 14, 2015

The Telegraph, Oct 13, 2015

Kima Jones Blog, undated.

NYTimes, Sept 21, 2014

Vogue, Oct 28, 2105

[Meike · Rating 5 out of 5]

"But a man can only move so far before leash pull him back. Before the master say, Enough of that shit, that's not where we going. The leash of Babylon, the leash of the police code, the leash of Gun Court, the leash of twenty-three families that run Jamaica."

Marlon James finds highly evocative ways to poetically untangle recent Jamaican history - this book is fictional, but it talks about real events. Putting the attempted assasination of Bob Marley right before a planned peace concert. At the narrative center, James creates a whole tornado of characters and language in order to display who had an interest in preventing peace and why, and what the consequences of these dynamics were.

In the 70's, Kingston has been dominated by gangs that were connected to political parties, the Jamaica Labour Party (JLP) and the People's National Party (PNP). The gangs had built a whole system of repression and benefits to secure their respective rule, especially in their territories in Western Kingston:

"That's why neither the JLP nor the PNP fucking with the peace treaty. Peace can't happen when to much to gain at war. And who want peace anyway when all that mean is that you still poor?"

Not only was the CIA involved in Jamaican politics at the time, the two gangs also had one common enemy: The corrupt police:

"Babylon out to kill you whether you was an animal with stripes or spots."

And anyway, who can guarantee the people of Kingston that the police force will be able to provide a better order than the one created by the gangs?

"The second you say peace this and peace that, and let's talk about peace, is the second gunman put down their guns. But guess what, white boy. As soon as you put down your gun the policeman pull out his gun. Dangerous thing, peace."

Told in five parts with several chapters each, the story covers the 70's, 80's (during the crack wars), and 90's. The cast of characters as listed at the beginning of the novel contains 76 people, one of them being a ghost. The point of view changes in every chapter and, God help us all, large parts are told in Jamaican patois, some as a stream-of-consciousness, and one even in free-flowing verse. There is murder, violence, torture, fear, poverty, all kinds of drugs, corruption, straight and gay sex.

In the later parts, the story moves from Jamaica to the United States, where Jamaican crews connected to the Kingston gangs run a drug trade - it's the same war, just fought differently.

I just love James' wild imagination, how masterfully he manages to hold this wide-ranging story together, the cinematic descriptions, the well-drawn characters, and the way he employs narrative techniques. I wish he had taught at Macalester earlier, so I could have taken a class with him.

A well-deserved Booker win for Marlon James.

[Paul · Rating 4 out of 5]

Marlon James' third novel, A Brief History of Seven Killings, is set in a Jamaica that lies exposed like a dead badger at the roadside with all its glistening innards hanging out, being picked at by carrion birds. I mean this in a good way, you understand. James writes like he's painting the Sistine Chapel with words. I've never been to Jamaica but after reading this book the place lives and breathes inside my mind nonetheless. When the focus shifts to the US in the second half of the book, though, James doesn't quite bring it to life quite as well, which is a shame. Maybe it's because I've been to the States; I don't know.

The author populates his beautifully painted landscape with a multitude of different characters, some living and some ghostly, all of whom are fleshed out, believable and speak with unique voices... and it felt like most of them took a turn at bat, narration-wise. I still feel like I have a distinctly un-heavenly host of shades living in my skull.

The plot is just as wide-ranging as the cast. It encompasses multiple continents and many decades. It's anything but brief and includes an awful lot more than seven killings. (This has been said by virtually every reviewer of this book but, Hell, I never claimed to be original.) It inevitably contains almost everything life has to offer and then some.

To be honest, I was completely swept up by this book and carried along a very long, rocky road by a very skilled driver. The reason I haven't given this great book five stars is that it's such an exhaustive, comprehensive, far-reaching complexity of settings, characters and events that it very nearly collapses under its own weight at times. Also, when all is said and done, I wasn't entirely certain what the author was actually trying to say... I mean, drugs and murder and crime and corruption are bad, mmmKay, is a valid message that bears repeating but... it's also kind of obvious to anyone with at least half a brain. Did I miss some deeper message? Hell, it's certainly possible.

Please don't let my (minor) criticisms put you off reading this book though; it really is something quite special and I'll definitely be reading more by this author.

[Tony Vacation · Rating 5 out of 5]

Reader Response A: Hey, waiter! What the hell gives, mac? There's a goddamned experimental novel in my crime novel! You expect me to read this shit?

Reader Response B: S'il vous plaît, monsieur? Terribly sorry to be a bother, but there must have been some confusion with my order. You see, there seems to be a crime novel in my experimental novel. I'm afraid I don't have quite the palate for such things.

[Raul · Rating 5 out of 5]

Well this was—well. The only story that has brought me nightmares from reading (and I have read my share of gory stuff).

The story begins in the 1970s, there is violence all over the world as coup d'etats are happening, insurgents are being trained to dispose and wreak havoc, and gangs are being used in this case in Kingston, Jamaica. These rival gangs are used by local politicians, the CIA, and South American drug cartels for whatever these different groups need and in return the gangs get weapons that they use to terrorize their communities, as well as protection against repercussions, and money.

The story is told through multiple voices, and most of them affiliated with the gangs. The Jamaican patois, the different narrators, and the violence all made this a difficult read. It is a book that made me work as a reader, and this was frustrating in the beginning because I don't do well with multi-driven stories. Typically, I am most at ease with a single trustworthy narrator telling a story in chronological order. Here though, just as I was getting settled into the voice of one character, the point of view shifts and we slip into another voice and so it took me a while to get familiar with the voices. The voices are desperate, restless, hateful, violent, needy, self-loathing, and vengeful. It was unpleasant reading through them, and yet I really can't imagine this story told in any other way after I was done. The narrative felt rounder, fuller, more layered, and with different textures. Importantly, we see these human beings who do despicable and horrifying acts to others as human beings. Human beings whose circumstances (poverty and violence) create them into the perpetrators of the same cycles that they were victims to.

Also at the center of the story is a musician referred to as the Singer. Early on it's easy to tell that this figure is Bob Marley, even before the only three references to his actual name are made in the book, and only two of those being direct. Curiously, he's the only person not humanized in the story. He is elevated to an angel-like status; highly perceptive, and capable of sensing things almost in a superhuman fashion; very forgiving and compassionate, showing love and mercy to even those that harm him, and representing different things to different people, as a symbol of peace, love and unity to many Jamaicans and as a threat to those who benefit from the discord and violence.

This is a great book. The characters are unforgettable, it is action packed, and language bends and shifts to make the story what it is. The moments of violence are many, there's no lingering or overbearing metaphors (there is a moment the writer winks at this), just forward moving with a cinematic effect in that the reader is immersed seamlessly and completely into the story. And it's that bit that made the disturbing scenes so brilliantly executed that they came to hound me in my dreams. This is my second Marlon James book, The Book of Night Women was also incredible and I was impressed by James's power as a writer yet again, I'll be thinking of this book for days and days to come.

[Carol Storm · Rating 2 out of 5]

Me try so hard to finish him book, star! But all de people in it seem like dem gun-toting bad men from Trenchtown, talk incessantly in run-on sentences and fake stream of consciousness about dem bad bad bad men and grow up poor pon de slums so do not blame we if name ourselves after characters in bad Westerns so us can feel important as we kill kill kill and take coke coke coke and cry out every five pages oh God oh God oh God please don't blame me for de sins of me own brethren and how we perpetuate de cycle of poverty and violence!

Because only the Ugly Americans are to blame for everything, natch! I mean like sure I work for the Company and I slap my wife around and listen to bad disco music, but hey, someone's got to keep these third world peoples in line! And their wives, my God, their wives, I mean, does this writer not know that not all American women are neglected housewives who whine and screech and make bitter, bitchy remarks over cocktails that never seem to make them drunk or even shut them up for five minutes?

I have roots in Jamaica and I would have loved to find out that this book was a classic. The premise is fascinating and there was the potential for this to be like a James Ellroy novel, full of sizzling intrigue and corruption, with a dozen anti-heroes battling for dominance. Unfortunately, it just gets slower slower slower till you scream scream scream even louder den dat Babylon sinner Bam Bam when him get buried alive!