It is important to note that the majority of the themes explored in this book deal with sensitive subject matters. My review, therefore, touches on these topics as well. Many people might find the subject matters of the book as well as those detailed in my review overwhelming. I would suggest you steer clear of both if this is the case. Please note that from this point forward I will be writing about matters which contain reflections on graphic violence, racially motivated crime, financial insecurity, racial slurs, psychological abuse, physical abuse, parental neglect, & others.
The frequency with which Slocumb incorporates racism within this book was exceedingly high. This book is a story & the purpose of putting forth a work of fiction is ultimately to lead the reader through a tale that has been weaved with profoundness & forethought as to where the ending may conclude. It is to the detriment of every person who has been at the forefront of racially motivated hatred to read a story in which every other interaction presents a repeated act of racism without gifting Ray, the main character, with any depth to his person; there is nothing happening in between these acts of violence which leave the reader with the sentiment that this story has a plot. Rather, this book reads like a retelling of horrible things, none of which I deny have happened.
When one reads a situation of fictionalized work that incorporates aspects of realism without necessarily branding the work as magical-realism, the web, known as the plot, may easily become mangled in an effort to sustain legitimacy & credibility. Objectively speaking, racism is wrong—I am not arguing the contrary. What I am saying is that presenting a story of the struggles encountered by a Black musician seeking to find his place in the world of classical music, while simply littering the book with racism; his grandmother saying that he needs to work harder; his mother being an abusive slog; his immediate family being complacent in his mother’s abuse; & little else to classify this book as anything but a familial drama, there is little left to lead the reader to feel any level of the desired sympathy for the main character.
How did Ray make it through so many years of his life without being made aware that Black people in North America experience acts of racism? Was he not present when any singular member of his family might have encountered a similar situation to the one he had at the music store? Did no one in his family think to talk to him about the experiences he might have had growing up in Charlotte, North Carolina? This feels absurd. I am not assuming that the stress & anxieties lived by adults in the world should be imposed on children but, I cannot help but wonder that Ray lived freely in North Carolina without encountering a single racial slur up until he was 18/19 years old. As I have no tangible life experience in this domain as stated in the introductory paragraph, I shall leave these questions to be posed & answered by people of the community who may better speak on such things.
Bordering on unbelievable, this story takes place in modern times & by modern I mean that it could be taking place in the same year as I wrote this review as well as it could the year prior. I have a particularly difficult time forgiving judicial ineptitude in books that take place in modern times as there is practically no excuse for things not to be resolved. I appreciate that the real world is seldom like the one we read about in books but, seeing as this story incorporates so many aspects of realism within the plot one would anticipate seeing a thorough police search take place when an authenticated Stradivarius violin insured for $10 million is stolen from under Ray’s nose. I acknowledge that policing bodies are not always as wonderful as one would hope. However, Nicole being the thief of the violin & not being followed or questioned in depth is ridiculous.
Any person who has spent an afternoon watching any criminal show on television can readily tell you the spouse is almost always the culprit. This is not a far-fetched notion. Nicole, being someone who was present in the room when the violin went missing, who had all the motive in the world to take it, who had a history of romantic relationships with a person who was questionable legally speaking, walked out of the hotel room & away from police questioning without so much as a scratch on her record. This feels ludicrous, to say the least. How moronically boring it was to read about all the policing efforts being placed on a person who was surely an undocumented inhabitant of the United States whilst Nicole roamed around scot-free.
Leaning on a popular belief behind that saying I would like to focus on Leon. The beloved ‘PopPop’ of Grandma Nora, who played the Stradivarius violin until his passing in 1935; left the Plantation that saw him under the ownership of a Master Thomas essentially without any hesitation or qualms by the Master of said Plantation nor from any other person involved in the business aspect of running such a place. Though I would love to believe that this was a common occurrence, one that I might believe to be true, I cannot rightly say that it was. I must admit that I felt rather disgusted with the route the author decided to take in terms of stringing together the moral of the story to the historical aspects that held weight both in the book & in reality.
Reading that the Marks’ family was related to the slave owners that held Leon & many other Black people captives, & had travelled willingly on a boat from Italy to the United States only for them to hold the desire to become slave owners was wickedly stupid. I respect that many parts of history are hidden from us should we not know where to look. However, I do.
The Italian people who immigrated to the United States were not regarded with any dignity or respect by the American people. Anyone who was not, shall we say, Germanic looking or bred was a stain on the human species & this included the Irish, Italians, Greeks, Chinese, & so on & so forth. As found in “The Book of History: United States” (1923): “[…][O]nly once before 1854 did the number in any year reach a thousand. […][T]he number increased, varying somewhat from year to year until the hundred thousand mark was reached in 1900.”(pg. 6321) This citation highlights that the number of Italian immigrants making their way to the United States was minimal at best. It would be implausible to assume that the small number of those people came to this new country & were gleaming to take part in slave ownership when many times they were also Indentured.
Within the same book, there is noted that the percentage of Italian immigrants from the South (i.e. the reputably poorer part of the country) who spoke English was 55% which leads one to the conclusion that these people were not, in fact, jumping on a weeks-long journey to a country where they could statistically not communicate with the inhabitants with great ease. A search through census records would lead one to record that Italians were often marked as ‘Black’ given both the pigmentation of their skin & the derogatory opinions held towards them by those running the Census. Therefore, how would these same people have been taken seriously?
Is it possible that Italian immigrants came to the United States & held social weight to put themselves in the slave trade & ownership—chances are slim but not impossible, after all, we as a species have bore witness to many a mind-bending occurrence. Yet, I cannot rightfully conclude that members of a group of people, whom the inhabitants of the United States despised, would have been able to make their way to the South, a less than welcoming location, put themselves forth to own a property outright, been taken seriously in their purchase of slaves & then have run a ‘successful’ Plantation.
We come to the part in the story wherein Leon has played the violin for Master Thomas for a greater portion of his life. It has been hinted that Leon is a child born from the rape of his mother by Master Thomas yet, we’ve no reason to focus on that for very long as, before we know it, Leon is standing at the death bed of his humanitarian violator & being told that he will be granted whatever he wishes for because ‘he didn’t try & run away.’ What an incredible stroke of luck. Especially if we are to believe that Master Thomas was an Italian immigrant he would certainly have more to prove than any of his fellow American slaveowners & therefore have little reason to show kindness to anyone, ever. Yet, in a letter that Leon forced Grandma Nora to write when she was nine (9), we are led to the moral of the story which has left me with revulsion.
In his recollections, Leon says that he asked to be a free man & voilà, wish granted. He asked for the freedom of his mother but, given that the Lady of the house had poor opinions of the victim of alleged rapes, she would be trapped at the Plantation. But, Oh! What other fairy dust has been sprinkled over the life of Leon, he is allowed to take the family heirloom, known to Ray as the Stradivarius, on his route with him to freedom. This comes from the same man we read about who amputated the body parts of those he had enslaved for the sake of ensuring that they never felt able to revolt or seek freedom. How on earth am I meant to believe that this makes sense? But wait, there’s more.
Leon tells Grandma Nora that even though Master Thomas was a mean man, though he was a cruel man, Leon always treated him with respect. Leon never treated Master Thomas poorly & so, Grandma Nora should know that even if she is treated badly, she should treat everyone with respect. Am I meant to deduce that Leon treated Master Thomas with respect because he was a respectful person & not say because Master Thomas was performing horrific acts of violence & abuse against everyone on the Plantation? The moral of the story cannot possibly be to link the survival mindset of someone who was enslaved to the racism experienced by someone in the 1930s. Clearly, there is a disparity in what is being presented & I cannot help but wonder that no one questioned why this letter that Grandma Nora wrote was not edited to reflect better light on the moral of the story.
I am sure that Leon felt better within himself by acting in a way that saw him attempt to be true to his values. However, he was enslaved. It does not matter that he was respectful to a person who owned slaves; this person does not care about the well-being of a person they are keeping as a slave. At the end of the day, it did not matter what Leon did, he could have had his limbs cut off for simply being a Black person. It’s nice to want to encourage a young person to be true to themselves even in the face of cruelty but to say that treating a slaveowner with respect was taking the moral high ground versus simply performing acts in an attempt to not be mutilated, abused or killed, is absurd. Leon could have drawn a conclusion to his life working in the music scene, where he most certainly experienced prejudice being a ‘free man’ in a world that believed only White Americans were truly free.
As a final thought, I would have regarded this book more highly had it been branded as a drama. This is not a thriller. To put this book amongst those that riddled the heart with murmurs & leaps is to do it a great disservice. This is a story that seeks to highlight the racial inequality felt by Black people who are attempting to breach the classical music scene. This alone is enough. One did not need the ploy to steal the violin as it brought down the quality of the book significantly.
A story about classical music artists & the struggles they overcome to be the best at their craft would be wonderful to read. Even more so from the perspective of a person who did so themselves. The author would have done well to write this book as non-fiction. I truly appreciated all the details regarding orchestra performances, practices, compositions of the Greats, etc. I would have enjoyed this story very much.
Yet, when I have reached the end of this book I wonder that we should regard Grandma Nora so highly when she raised Ray’s mother—his abuser—& did nothing to quell her abusive behaviour. I wonder that the Marks family terminated their lawsuit because they were worried that the letter Grandma Nora penned as a child might reflect poorly on their family, seemingly oblivious to the fact that it would have already been known that they had slaveowners in their family. I wonder that none of the characters held much depth in a story that revelled in recollections; I don’t even know who Ray is at all, he plays the violin & that’s all that’s written. I wonder at many things & yet, I shan’t remember to wonder tomorrow, so little this story did impress upon me.