Rudolph Fisher (1897–1934)
Forfatter af The Conjure-Man Dies
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Associated Works
The Best Short Stories by Black Writers, 1899-1967: The Classic Anthology (1967) — Bidragyder — 174 eksemplarer
Calling the Wind: Twentieth Century African-American Short Stories (1992) — Bidragyder — 99 eksemplarer
Black Noir: Mystery, Crime, and Suspense Fiction by African-American Writers (2009) — Bidragyder — 53 eksemplarer
Ebony Rising: Short Fiction of the Greater Harlem Renaissance Era (2004) — Bidragyder — 16 eksemplarer
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- Juridisk navn
- Fisher, Rudolph Chauncey
- Fødselsdato
- 1897-05-08
- Dødsdag
- 1934-12-26
- Begravelsessted
- Woodlawn Cemetery, Bronx, New York, USA
- Køn
- male
- Nationalitet
- USA
- Land (til kort)
- USA
- Fødested
- Washington, D.C., USA
- Dødssted
- New York, New York, USA
- Dødsårsag
- abdominal cancer
- Bopæl
- Providence, Rhode Island, USA
New York City, New York, USA - Uddannelse
- Brown University (BA, MA)
Howard University (MD) - Erhverv
- fiction writer
radiologist
physician
jazz composer/performer - Relationer
- Robeson, Paul (musical collaborator)
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- Værker
- 5
- Also by
- 16
- Medlemmer
- 260
- Popularitet
- #88,386
- Vurdering
- 3.9
- Anmeldelser
- 16
- ISBN
- 29
- Sprog
- 1
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It's pretty good, if not great. The basic premise is that a "conjure-man" has apparently been killed, and there are all too many suspects; a police detective and a doctor end up working together to solve the crime. The opening half is the best part, with the detective methodically interviewing and verifying the different suspects and accumulating all the clues, aided by the insight of the doctor. We get a lot of different segments of 1930s Harlem life; my favorite was Bubber Brown, who used to be a street sweeper but decided to launch a new career as a private detective investigating infidelity, reasoning anybody can follow someone. He's a funny character, and the source of the book's best jokes. (When Detective Dart points out he can't put "Inc." on his business card if he's not actually incorporated, Bubber claims it says "ink" because he's black.)
As the mystery unspooled, I found it got a bit overcomplicated and technical, and the ending felt very abrupt. I mean, I know you don't want a mystery to be very guessable, but I wasn't convinced this one was guessable at all, based on the clues provided. Enjoyable, and I'd recommend it, but unlikely to be anyone's favorite. I am curious to track down the previous appearance of Bubber and his friend Jinx Jenkins in Fisher's first novel, The Walls of Jericho. (Speaking of which, though overall Klinger's apparatus is pretty good, with lots of useful clarifications, but not condescending overexplanations, I had to infer these characters were reused from an earlier book by a passing reference in a footnote; weirdly, it's never explicitly stated.)… (mere)