Book Review: “Telegraph Avenue” by Michael Chabon
Pulitzer winner Michael Chabon’s new novel aims high and hits the mark.
Reviewed By John Wilwol
Comments () | Published September 7, 2012
Book Review: “Telegraph Avenue” by Michael Chabon
Publisher: Harper
Price: $27.99

What to say about Washington native Michael Chabon’s brilliant new novel, Telegraph Avenue? It’s gritty and nostalgic. It’s about race, music, fathers and sons, forgiveness and progress. Its literary influences include Zadie Smith and William Faulkner, to name just a couple. It’s fresh, it’s splendidly American, and it might be the best novel of 2012.

There’s more going on in Telegraph Avenue than can be touched on in this space, but here’s the gist: During the waning summer days of 2004, two families—the Stallings and the Jaffes—are living in a neighborhood in East Bay, California, where Archy Stallings and Nat Jaffe own and operate Brokeland Records, a store offering “unlimited supplies of music and bullshit on tap.”

Brokeland is already struggling when Gibson “G Bad” Goode, chairman of Dogpile Recordings and “the fifth richest black man in America,” threatens to deliver the coup de grace with the opening of his new mall—a Dogpile “Thang”—featuring a store that will carry cheap CDs and a full selection of “vintage vinyl recordings of jazz, funk, blues, and soul.” But things get tricky when Archy, whose father is an old blaxploitation kung fu film star from the neighborhood, learns that he shares more with G Bad than his entrepreneurial spirit. Meanwhile, the Brokeland duo’s wives, who run a natural-birthing practice, create a set of their own problems with a botched delivery. And their kids—well, the kids are growing up. Fast.

Chabon—who won a Pulitzer Prize in 2001 for The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay and is appearing at George Mason University’s Fall for the Book festival this month—is a first-class stylist. In Telegraph Avenue, a woman’s legs are long enough to “string with telephone wire [and] carry startling messages to the world.” The “bashing” sax on a Coltrane track is “a bee at a windowpane seeking ingress or escape.” A life is “lived at sea level, prone to flooding.” But most wonderfully, the book’s entire third section is a single, sweet, 11-page sentence—as if Chabon were composing a solo in a jazz number.

“You got the good heart,” a character tells Archy. “Good heart is eighty-five percent of everything in life.” But Telegraph Avenue is such a winner because it’s got more than heart—it’s got soul.

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This article appears in the September 2012 issue of The Washingtonian.


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