A poet and writer, she lives on the west coast of the USA. During the Civil Rights Movement she was arrested in North Carolina in 1962. Her novel Mojo Hand: An Orphic Tale, about a young woman's involvement with a blues musician, was first published in 1966, and was reissued in 1987.
(from Daughters of Africa, edited by Margaret Busby)
Mojo Hand was republished in the mid-80s and is highly recommended for author JJ Phillips' gorgeous prose. This is not a book about the semi-autobiographical plot so much as how the story is told. A young woman from an upper middle class family in San Francisco gets seduced by the blues and heads off to find bluesman Blacksnake Brown. Eventually they meet, he does her wrong in so many of the ways described in blues standards, and she tries (and fails) to leave him. Much of the power of the book lies in the almost dreamlike way the tough circumstances in the story are told. This is a novel well worth hunting up.
This book relates to another time though-interestingly much of the story takes place in my current city of Raleigh, NC. It was recommend by a NYT book newsletter and I’m glad I read it. Some beautiful prose but a dark read.
There isn't much plot to this lesser known blues novel, but what it lacks in momentum it makes up for with J.J. Phillips' glorious prose and her subtle handling of various issues.
The story couldn't be simpler - Eunice, bored of her upper-class lifestyle, develops an ear for the blues, and after hearing a record by Blacksnake Brown, leaves to find him in Raleigh, falls in love with him, and sticks by him even as he abuses and neglects her, until his philandering finally gets him killed, with Eunice pregnant with his child. Most of this, however, comes down to a tiring cycle in which Eunice attempts to leave, but doesn't have it in her, a tragic scenario that would be more touching if it weren't so predictable.
What saves the novel, though, is Phillips' language, with descriptions that paint this world in a dreamy haze. When Phillips describes a hot day, you can feel practically feel the heat on the page dragging you down. She also has a talent for understatement, presenting significant details with a light touch, avoiding melodrama while still drawing on race and identity crises, gender power struggles, and class conflicts.
At times, Mojo Hand is simple to read, but it's never easy, and Phillips pulls no punches in treating her characters. For all the good times set to blues lyrics, there's an other foot waiting to drop.
An outlier blues novel where the pursuit of pleasure disappears into the pursuit of pain. I love its pre-Toni Morrison antisocial morbidity, though after reading it you’ll understand why it isn’t more famous.
Check out the author’s poem “Brautigan’s Brains,” inspired by an experience in the Berkeley Library when she discovered brain tissue and other viscera on the original manuscript pages onto which Brautigan actually “blew out his brains.”
A true lost masterpiece that deserves wider recognition. Phillips is a hypnotic storyteller with an uncanny ear for realistic dialogue and lyrical description. This one will not be leaving my mind any time soon.
A very odd impressionistic love story in which a young woman gives up her life to follow an old Black bluesman into depravity. Depressing and disconnected, but worth reading for the haunted rhythms and smoky poetry. Not unlike the blues.