Not sure if I have recommended the novel “The Clarinet Polka” by Keith Maillard.
It’s one of my favorites that I decided to read again yesterday because, you know, practicing is so dam lonely. A 25 year old man returns from the service to his home on the West Virginia/Ohio border during the time of the Vietnam war. It’s a dreary mill town full of Polish people and their polkas, not to mention drinking, as you may imagine. There are, of course, accordions played here, although not by our hero, who undergoes the trials and tribulations of his return, gets a job repairing tvs, and somehow manages to fall in love, not surprisingly (this is a novel, so I’m not telling you anything you can’t imagine).
Anyway, imho, Maillard has a way of bringing you right into the story, evoking the spirit of the place and people, and I love the musical details. For people across the big water, this is an accordion slice of (bygone) life you are not likely to encounter often.
Highly recommended. Five stars.
It’s one of my favorites that I decided to read again yesterday because, you know, practicing is so dam lonely. A 25 year old man returns from the service to his home on the West Virginia/Ohio border during the time of the Vietnam war. It’s a dreary mill town full of Polish people and their polkas, not to mention drinking, as you may imagine. There are, of course, accordions played here, although not by our hero, who undergoes the trials and tribulations of his return, gets a job repairing tvs, and somehow manages to fall in love, not surprisingly (this is a novel, so I’m not telling you anything you can’t imagine).
Anyway, imho, Maillard has a way of bringing you right into the story, evoking the spirit of the place and people, and I love the musical details. For people across the big water, this is an accordion slice of (bygone) life you are not likely to encounter often.
Highly recommended. Five stars.