I’m reading, inter alia, Things Unborn.
Highly recommended. Sort of a mix between alternative history, sci-fi and a damn good detective story.
Hmmm. That might not get the punters rolling in but still.
(And please note, no, no payment for this, not even a free copy, this is from me buying and reading.)
Well worth it.
One of the back bits is that the son of a character is a jazz musician. They’re out in Bristol, on the Severn Estuary actually, looking at said father’s grave (complicated, I know, read the book for the set up to this) and son says to father:
"But they’re African Americans….(…) I want to make African British music.
As did, say, Portishead.
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