No Matter ... Bill Bailey Ain't Never.... by Edgardo Vega Yunque

I read!  638 pages!  And I read it twice.

Yungue's genius writing style took me on a journey of twists and turns that always came together at the right moments and, those connections served to propel me into extended sections of his novel.

The size of the book is daunting but, immediately, upon entrance, it grabs you.   At first, the long explanations and tangents into other minds and histories scare the reader with the fear of boredom to come.  Yet, that doesn't happen.  After a while the words open you up and release a sort of patience.  You are reassured that the writer expects that you will return, to reread, to think, to cross bridges, and to form opinions.  There is promise in his style; there is confidence in his style; he expects you to revisit.  And, you do.

The foundation he builds on is his love of music - of jazz music.  And, what is jazz?  Jazz, an orchestrated symphony of instruments talking of love, of pain, of life, of love.  He takes the opportunity to share the emotional calms and upheavals that come with this creativity and, in doing so, he understand that his writing had to call to life this symphony of stories.

more to come.......