"A damn braid ofĪfter the mob got done with em," said Chip. "Just a damn braid of mistakes," Hiero kept muttering. Take after take, I'd play sweating to the end of it only to have Hiero scratch the damn disc, tossing it in the trash. Product Details About the Author Read an Excerpt Reading Group Guide Product Details About the Author Esi Edugyan has a Masters in Writing from Johns Hopkins Writing Seminars. Too nervous, too crazed, too busy watching the door. Esi Edugyan's Half-Blood Blues is a story about music and race, love and loyalty, and the sacrifices we ask of ourselves, and demand of others, in the name of art.
Could be we wasn't so rotten, but I at least felt off. Everyone pacing about, listening between takes to the scrabble of rats in the wall. The cig just sitting there in his mouth like he couldn't hear his way clear. Our cigarettes glowed like small holes in the dark, and that's how I known we wasn't buzzing, Hiero's smoke not moving or nothing. A grim little room, more like a closet of ghosts than any joint for music, the cracked heaters lisping steam, empty bottles rolling all over the warped floor. Couple hours before, we was playing in some back-alley studio, trying to cut a record. The sunrise so fierce it seeped through the gaps, dropped like cloth on our skin. See, we lay exhausted in the flat, sheets nailed over the windows. Didn't even look right, all mossy and black in the bottle. Esi Edugyan is author of the novels The Second Life of Samuel Tyne and Half-Blood Blues, which won the Scotiabank Giller Prize, was a finalist for the Man Booker Prize, the Governor General's Literary Award, the Rogers Writers' Trust Fiction Prize, and the Orange Prize. But it been one brawl of a night, I tell you, all of us still reeling from the rot – rot was cheap, see, the drink of French peasants, but it stayed like nails in you gut.
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