Cahokia Jazz by Francis Spufford - review by Keith Miller

Keith Miller

Round Midnight

Cahokia Jazz


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Readers who don’t observe a very particular literary diet may experience a sinking feeling as they crack open their box-fresh copy of Cahokia Jazz to discover that its opening pages feature not one but two maps. Such an enhancement generally serves to forewarn us that we are entering a realm of the author’s own invention – a useful enough device, under some circumstances, if also an unmistakably passive-aggressive one. Yet the tale that ensues is quite free from dragons, cephalopod philosophers, wisecracking space janissaries, warrior queens in suede bikinis, chrome-plated hitmen and the rest of the genre-fiction repertory company. It’s a moderately hard-boiled – let’s say eight minutes or so – police procedural in what seems, at first acquaintance, to be an archetypal Prohibition-era city of the American Midwest. Two cops – a big beefy one, and a smaller and faintly rat-like one – are on top of a downtown skyscraper in the dead of night, working an unusually messy and disquieting crime scene.

The plot does not then delay in thickening. We start to encounter words in what for most of us will be an unfamiliar language – one of them, ‘Bashli’, daubed in blood on the victim’s forehead. Both our detectives find themselves caught up in the orbit of powerful figures: a wealthy and parodically preppy industrialist, a kind of semi-divine super-mayor known as ‘the Man’ and his enigmatic, aquiline daughter. The larger cop, Barrow, plays a mean piano but can’t quite bring himself to take a leap and give up the day job; the other, Drummond, is haunted by nightmares of a collapsed trench in the First World War and driven on by dreams of owning an orange grove in California, as well as regular doses of what, as Francis Spufford helpfully notes in a longish afterword, we would call crystal meth.

We gradually work out that this is a universe in which the Mississippian civilisations of pre-Columbian America have continued to thrive, becoming a political, cultural and military force across the burgeoning United States. Cahokia, in our own world a rather doleful set of burial mounds ‘east of East

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