What an odd book this is! The premise is that an assortment
of characters –including a grieving, smart-mouthed nine-year-old with a killer
voice, a fifth grade art teacher looking to re-start her life after a divorce, and
a jazz club owner with a bevy of problematic relationships and a club that is
failing – careen toward Christmas over a 24 hour period. The writing is
confusing and circular and occasionally so piercing I could hardly stand it –
almost like jazz itself.
The setting – Philadelphia – is also a character here. The
alleyways and rooftops and street corners all have a role to play in bringing
all of the disparate people together (at 2 a.m. on Christmas Eve, when the jazz
club needs to close its doors or face sanction).
For me, 2 A.M. at The Cat’s Pajamas is not the cat’s meow.
The author's stylistic choices – which are essential to making this a
distinctive book – got in my way. I was always a reader here, never fully
sinking into the story. But I do see how this kind of literary playfulness
could be someone’s cup of tea, especially a music lover or someone who is
looking for an urban story that is not centered in New York City. I’d say that
this all the makings of a screenplay, but it seems so very similar to Love Actually
(This book is better).
My big quibble – the ending! What? I don’t get it, and it
made me want to scream.
One thing that this book made me think about is other novels that have larger-than-life child protagonists. Madeleine, in many ways the centerpiece of this book, is like no other nine-year-old I've met. Do you like ultra-precocious characters? Which are your favorites? Here's a 2010 article about the topic on The Millions.
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