I'm reading this book now, and I don't really like it
Could be a me problem. I struggle with academic language, and this book has A LOT of that sort of thing (although the first chunk is written more casually, and I enjoyed that a lot more than what followed). I would not recommend it to anyone who is not accustomed to or looking for that, or who is not specifically interested in a sociological exploration of the Five Spot, jazz clubs in NYC, and race politics surrounding the birth of free jazz
These are certainly worthy topics to write a book about, but as someone who has read lots about these subjects in other places, I don't really feel like I'm learning much. This book spends much of its brief length explaining how all of this can be viewed through the lens of French philosopher Pierre Bourdieu's worldview, which I found very uninteresting. I intuitively understand what "the new york jazz field," is yet the author spends an entirely page defining it in academic language, thats almost 1% of the entire book, and its really not paying off for me.
I started writing this yesterday but today encountered this passage, which is exemplary of the problem:
“As an example from the jazz field, we could take Miles Davis playing his composition ‘Kind of Blue.” The sound that came from Davis’ trumpet is completely his creation as a composer, interpreter and improviser. However, Davis’ own intentions and opinions as to how much that sound should be valued as art are only a small part of the eventual consensus as to the value of that sound – a consensus arrived at by the efforts of many. Value is added by the presenter who deems that sound worth presenting in a club or concert hall, and by the producer who believes that a recording of that sound can be promoted and sold as a work of art. Value is added by the audience who pays to hear that sound. Value is added by the scholar who can place that sound in the context of the jazz trumpeters who came before and after Davis. Value is added by any listener who acknowledges the worth of the recording of King of Blue by buying it. Whether they play it only to themselves, play it for friends, or buy it and never play it at all, in every case, it is their choice, their decision that has imbued that sound as a work of art.”
That takes up almost a whole page of this book, which is 109 pages long before the epilogue and some added sections. If this passage does not intrigue you then I would recommend not reading this book.
I also think that I am not going to finish reading this book. I skimmed the conclusions section and, meh, seems like more of the same.
I recently read Coltrane: The Story of a Sound by Ben Ratlif, the end of which contains a section examining Coltrane’s legacy on modern jazz players. That section was much more compelling than this book.