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Attack of the Jazz Giants by Gregory Frost

Pursuing my short retrospective on Gregory Frost, I steam through Fitcher’s Brides and find myself immersed in Attack of the Jazz Giants, a collection of short stories published by the specialist Golden Gryphon — a company we should all support. We start off with “The Girlfriends of Dorian Gray” which is Thinner meets “The Biter Bit” by Wilkie Collins. Although not in epistolary form, it reminds the reader that, as in sport, there are leagues and divisions. Players from lower divisions can often find themselves outmatched when confronted by a higher ranked player. Each story in this collection is prefaced by an illustration by Jason Van Hollander. In this instance, the metaphor of a pig is completely apposite, capturing both the eating style of our “hero” and the consequences that flow from it. We then come to the standout novelette, “Madonna of the Maquiladora”, which was nominated for the Hugo, Nebula, Sturgeon, Tiptree and Locus Awards in 2003. I confess that I was unaware of the maquiladoras and the role they play in the Mexican economy. It’s always good to learn. This story is an exercise in gritty realism, looking at the role of the photojournalist in recording the worst excesses of a capitalist society. It’s often said that a picture is more powerful than words. Images have an immediacy, communicating what they show in an instant. Words are slippery inventions, shaping or framing meaning as the reader slowly moves through the text. Frost takes an unflinching look at the exploitation of the workers in these factory complexes and the vulnerability of those who report on their working conditions. In the midst of it all is an interesting sfnal idea but, in reality, it’s somewhat redundant and only necessary to get the story into Asimov’s. The quality of the story should have seen it published in any publication of worth.

There is then a run of three slightly downbeat stories: “Collecting Dust” is a rather depressing fable in which the disintegration of family relationships is paralleled by the slow physical decomposition of the parents into dust collected by the alienated son, “The Bus” is a routine metaphor as the elite eat up the poor to drive their society forward, and “A Day in the Life of Justin Argento Morrel” which charts the slow dive a small crew of humans makes into a black hole. Then we are back in the groove. The art of editing a collection is to start and finish with the best stories. You always want to motivate the reader by a strong opening and leave the reader with the best possible impression. What goes on in the middle tends to be pot luck. “Divertimento” is a wonderful short piece describing the results when time bombs explode, ageing those immediately around them and ripping a scene from the past and enabling it to repeat itself like a looped short film. This idea of physical and social displacement as the collateral damage to an explosion is genuinely engaging. The “Attack of the Jazz Giants” inflicts real surrealism on the question of racial bigotry. There is a kind of metaphorical emancipation through music. No matter how bad life’s experiences, music can inspire and divert the mind. Nothing seems quite as awful if those around you on the plantation can pick up instruments and play New Orleans style jazz. If the people cannot be present in the flesh, there’s always the Victrola to bring the music into your homes. Like the Pied Piper, this can suggest to the oppressed that there might be a better life in the cities. The more traditional KKK members running their plantations, like the Mayor of Hamelin who thought he could take the benefit without paying the piper, might find there are uncontrollable losses.

One of the hallmarks of a great story is that it keeps to a simple and direct line, sucking you in and carrying you through to a pleasing conclusion. Why then, you might ask with some justification, is this so difficult? My answers draws on music. There are millions of songs out there that rely on simple 8 bar forms in 4/4 time but only a tiny percentage are memorable. It’s the same with writing. There’s an invisible line between great and everyday writing. In “Some Things Are Better” Frost manages to cross over the line into the great side. An investigative journalist goes to his High School Reunion and sees a chance to revenge himself on a bully. In the UK, there’s no cultural imperative to look back in anger or otherwise. To us, the world of Proms and the subsequent reunions seems a most curious affectation. Creating the expectation that people will revisit the scene of unhappy memories is pure masochism or sadism depending on your point of view.

“Lizaveta” is a satisfying evocation of life in the midst of the Russian revolution, while “In the Sunken Museum” we have Poe caught up in circumstances beyond his capacity to understand. “Touring Jesusworld” manages to avoid the temptation to go on too long. Sadly, many authors overindulge their sense of humour and the joke falls flat as in “Road to Recovery” where Frost gives a perfect example of an author straining too hard on a supposedly comic idea. “From Hell Again” set off all kinds of happy resonances including the marvellous “Cronos by Guillermo del Toro, a particularly effective horror film. Then, as the Pobble would know, we are off to discover “How Meersh the Bedeviler Lost His Toes” which, as those of you old enough to remember the old continuous showing style of cinema will recall, is where we came in. I began this retrospective because of Shadow Bridge and here we have an early excerpt.

Overall, this is a wonderfully eclectic collection. Too often, collections have a certain sameness of tone and content. Here we run the gamut from the gritty reality of vicious exploitation to an eccentric crew for a doomed spaceship. There is no bad story here. We only range from the merely good to the excellent. This is a book I can unhesitating recommend to anyone who likes beautifully crafted short stories.

Click here for a review of Shadow Bridge & Lord Tophet by Gregory Frost.

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