Just finished reading this fascinating, compelling, and, at times, deeply moving work by Marcus M. Cornelius, and I don't know what to say (or think).
What Mr. Cornelius has apparently done is to combine historical research with the impressions of many of Warne's accquaintances over the years, and combined them into a mix of biography and novel. It's not quite like any other "jazz book" I've ever read, and I mean that in a wholly positive way.
Although there are many "literary devices" on display throughout the book, many times blatantly so, the amazing thing is that with only one or two exceptions, I never lose the illusion that this is actually Warne Marsh speaking, telling his life's story "from beyond", and entirely in his own voice.
This is a risky assumption to make, because I never knew Warne Marsh. NEver even got to see him perform, But I know his music intimately, and to the extent that anybody can ever "know" anybody through thier music, I feel as if I "know" Warne Marsh. And I tell you - the Warne Marsh that Mr. Cornelius crafts in this novel is very, very much like the Warne Marsh I "know".
From the recounting of his ancestry, to the detatched ambivalence of his childhood, to the variuos reasons why he did or did not do certain things in his life (personal and career-related), very little rings false when placed up against waht I know about Warne through his music, his "real" biography, and the comments others have made about him through the years. The author really seems to have captured the "voice" of his subject.
But I don't know if he has, or if he just wrote a really good piece of fiction. I'd be interested in hearing opinions from those who would know better than I. But either way, it's a damn good book.