It’s deep winter in the city, the five-day weather forecast
as welcome as an elevator fart, and by my reckoning there’s been a rise in
those, as social decorum frays under dreary skies with yet another Monday storm
coming at you, right between the eyes.
That’s why it’s so important to think of . . . spring! And
not Groundhog Day, six more weeks of winter, spring. But The Jazz Palace spring
of 2015.
Do yourself a favor and clink on this link http://bit.ly/1u2XLhD. It will take you to
another world. Have you ever seen such a beautiful object? And that’s just the
beginning. The Jazz Palace by Mary Morris (full disclosure; Mary is my wife) is
not only the novel of the spring, but the event of the spring.
The Jazz Palace tells the story of Benny Lehrman, Napoloeon
Hill, the Gem Sisters. I’ve lived with these characters for years and to quote a
friend, the one-of-a-kind drummer Jamey Haddad, they are hip cats, man. They
lived the life in Prohibition America. This is a story of tragedy, race,
friendship and love. Benny and Napoleon, they howl at the moon. Pearl and her
mother, Anna, keep it real. Oh, and music. In deep winter, we need hot music.
So, are you tired of winter? Make The Jazz Palace Web site http://bit.ly/1u2XLhD you’re pre-spring
destination. Make it a favorite, share and retweet these few words of mine.
Come to the events when they come to your ZIP, or a ZIP near you. Oh, yeah, in April. When the book is available for sale, get the book. You won't be sorry.
Because it’s The Jazz Palace. You don’t want to miss it.
Because it can’t miss.
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