★★★★☆ | Mystery-Suspense | Digital | Borrow | StoryGraph | Goodreads
What a crazy rollercoaster ride through Harlem in the 1950s. I’m just now catching my breath!
There were more bars on his itinerary than on any other comparable distance on earth. In every one the jukeboxes blared, honeysuckle-blues voices dripped stickily through jungle cries of wailing saxophones, screaming trumpets, and buckdancing piano-notes; someone was either fighting, or had just stopped fighting, or was just starting to fight, or drinking ruckus-juice and talking about fighting.