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Between Words

Anne Carson’s new book-without-a-spine, and the spiritual experience of centrelessness

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

A postmodern elegy from our most original writer

Boredom as a Political Weapon

Saul Bellow fought banality—and taught us to look hard at the world

Blowing Changes

Life lessons from the jazz club

Jamieson Findlay

I am no expert on jazz. If someone were to ask me if the theme to the classic television special A Charlie Brown Christmas is jazz, I would say yes — because it’s jaunty, and, for me, jauntiness is an essential characteristic of the genre. I know a few iconic tunes and albums — Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five,” Miles Davis’s Kind of Blue, a few Billie Holiday songs — but that’s about as far as I go. And although my nickname in high school was (briefly) Jazz, it never stuck. I suspect I scored too low on the jauntiness meter.

Nonetheless, I’ve seen enough live jazz and jam sessions to know something of its soul. The guy at the piano starts laying down a lazy, meandering theme. The guitarist listens for a second — yes, key of D — and starts noodling along. The drummer joins in, and pretty soon there’s a game of syncopated hacky sack going on, with everybody bumping and nudging...

Jamieson Findlay has published two novels, including The Summer of Permanent Wants.

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