The Player Piano by G.Charles Cook

Review by Lela Michael

What a pleasure this book is to read, thrilling without being a thriller, mysterious without being a mystery, of another time without being nostalgic.

We are introduced in this novel to many characters, large, small, and interesting alike, including “The Wooten Bunch” of Water Wells, Alabama, consisting of six students. Most of the focus is on four particular boys in this bunch as they transition from sixth grade in 1954 through the end of high school in 1961. While The Player Piano is at times a coming-of-age story, it’s more than that. This is a tale of the very survival of these boys, with great tension created between their individual actions when forced into situations and whether or not each will survive said choices of action.

Review on SPROur story takes place in southern Alabama near the Florida border. Sounds, smells, geographical textures, and detailed physical sensations experienced by the characters are vividly portrayed in a variety of settings such as a corn whiskey still in the backwoods, a car speeding along a gravel road, or a rowboat gliding through a swamp. The writing and narrative styles of Mr. Cook lift these characters and settings from what the reader might think will be a simple depiction of rural life in olden times to a level of sheer literary enjoyment, while, at the same time, there is a distinct you-are-there effect.

One absolutely riveting scene, a car chase involving the delivery of some moonshine whiskey, takes place over the course of several chapters, and yet Mr. Cook is not what I would describe as long-winded. In fact, the scene is quietly hilarious, as is a classroom scene early in the novel involving a doomed Show and Tell exercise which also goes on for a few chapters.

The car chase episode also has a small diversion into history, a diversion that begins with the simple sentence, “The town itself was an accident.” This is not off-pace, however. One of the hallmarks of Southern life is that every event is connected to something that started a long, long time ago. Mr. Cook’s approach to flashbacks, as with the story behind the player piano, for example, is to present the past as part of the present.

Of course, tensions and collaborations between people of differing races must be included in a story of such a place and time, and our narrator is someone you can trust to be honest in the telling, but with a light enough touch to let nuanced meanings sink in on their own. There is bittersweet poignancy in some scenes without being overly flowery, wistful understanding at other times without colloquial condescension.

On the whole, use of dialogue balances nicely with background narration, description, and action sequences, with just enough figurative language to keep the reader engaged throughout. I appreciated the use of printer’s marks as I was reading and the paragraphs and chapters seemed to be just the right size. I liked the chapter titles so much that my chief disappointment in this book is that there was no table of contents to flip back to.

Whatever one’s interest level might be toward Alabama history, the shenanigans of high schoolstudents, adventures in moonshining and logging, country folk in general, or economic and racial difficulties during the mid-Twentieth century, this novel is an opportunity to relish the old-fashioned experience known as reading a book. Five stars.

I wrote this review for the online magazine Self-Publishing Review. Links to the author’s website and to preview/purchase the book are available there (click on the book cover).

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