Disclaimer: ARC via Netgalley.
This book is the bomb. Honestly, it was one of those grab you by the throat and doesn’t let you go type of things. The reader is immediately in sync with the narrator, in this case Nanette and anything that distracts the reader from reading the book is unwelcome and should take a long walk off of a short pier. Seriously, I wanted to do physical harm to anything that interrupted reading this. I almost intentionally missed my bus because I can’t read on the bus without puking my guts out.
But I didn’t.
Nanette is a street musician in NYC, she plays the sax. She’s not the best, but does seem the worst either. She is educated and speaks French. She embraces her sexuality. Her voice is the best thing going for this novel (and the novel has many things going for it). Then a man ends up dead in her apartment.
He turns out not to be quite what he appeared to be.
Nanette then finds herself caught in a mystery that is constantly, but believably, shifting involving cops, money, jazz, and the mob.
But wow, this book. Interracial relationships are deal with, love is dealt with, black women's relationships with black men are dealt with, and interactions with the police are dealt with. More importantly, Nanette is one of those heroines who actually have women friends who are truly friends with each other. They are really sisters in every good sense of the word except by blood.
And thank god, a certain male character did not become a love interest because that would have been so Hollywood and such a letdown if he had.
Thank god, as well, that Nanette’s inner goddess isn’t so much a goddess as a conscience and has a far better name than “Inner Goddess”.
But the best part of Nanette is that she kicks ass in a totally believable way. She is not super woman. There is a scene when she is alone in her apartment, dress in a somewhat revealing nightgown (and what nightwear isn’t somewhat revealing outside of children’s’), surrounded by male police, and the reader feels her tension and fear. Furthermore, her reaction comes across as believable in terms of being African –American and a woman. That scene, the power of that scene. God, Massai warrior over Kate Moss any time.
Then there are the love passages to jazz music. If you don’t like jazz, read this book and you will be converted I swear.
And then there is the love story which ends . . . wait can’t tell you. Just read this okay?