false 485404 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 485404 3 473697 1999 Yellow Jack: A Novel total:95|5:18|4:33|3:28|2:13|1:3| 95 335 126 18 271119 3.56 97 18 79071551 2955691 1241404 0393047687 9780393047684 2 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1182188443m/1241404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1241404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 4.00 6 3 0 false Sun Nov 29 00:00:00 -0800 2009 Thu Nov 26 16:39:19 -0800 2009 Sun Nov 29 19:19:44 -0800 2009 more...]]> 56960812 2343573 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.49 89 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 2 0 false Mon Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 2007 Fri May 22 08:58:51 -0700 2009 Tue Jul 28 19:35:04 -0700 2009 Ragtime A Novel, this book was rather unremarkable. The protagonist is not a real character, so my googling for the portraits mentioned in the book turned up with no results.

However, one aspect I liked of this book was the amount of play Russell was able to accomplish: ...more...]]> 74722949 2682871 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 3 0 false Thu Oct 01 00:00:00 -0700 2009 Fri Oct 16 08:33:51 -0700 2009 Fri Oct 16 08:36:22 -0700 2009 more...]]> 49453285 2114823 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 5 0 false Fri Feb 02 00:00:00 -0800 2007 Mon Mar 16 10:44:36 -0700 2009 Mon Mar 16 10:46:21 -0700 2009 78893647 2126115 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 4 0 false Tue Nov 17 00:00:00 -0800 2009 Tue Nov 24 15:55:18 -0800 2009 Tue Nov 24 15:57:32 -0800 2009 The main characters were endearing and tragic...a goodread!]]> 57564646 2330588 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 5 0 false Sat Mar 01 00:00:00 -0800 2003 Wed May 27 19:29:28 -0700 2009 Wed May 27 19:30:29 -0700 2009 11685537 740781 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 5 0 false Thu Dec 01 00:00:00 -0800 2005 Fri Jan 04 22:44:49 -0800 2008 Thu Jan 10 16:39:52 -0800 2008 more...]]> 28068832 983448 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 4 0 false Fri Jun 13 00:00:00 -0700 2008 Wed Jul 23 11:16:36 -0700 2008 Wed Jul 23 11:17:42 -0700 2008 more...]]> 1792539 88295 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 3 0 false Mon Oct 01 00:00:00 -0700 2001 Sat Jun 09 05:24:28 -0700 2007 Wed Dec 16 21:04:38 -0800 2009 more...]]> 4693178 286993 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 5 0 false Tue Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 2002 Fri Aug 17 08:55:09 -0700 2007 Thu Dec 17 05:40:01 -0800 2009 more...]]> 12923050 129831 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 4 0 false Fri Feb 01 00:00:00 -0800 2008 Sat Jan 19 15:42:45 -0800 2008 Mon Jun 09 08:09:57 -0700 2008 dislike books. It reminded me a lot of Evidence of Things Unseen, in style as well as in content - so if you liked "Evidence", you'd like this one too. ]]> 4924432 286737 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 4 0 false Thu Sep 13 06:18:29 -0700 2007 Wed Aug 22 03:50:40 -0700 2007 Wed Aug 22 03:50:40 -0700 2007 16209524 784496 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 2 0 false Mon Feb 18 00:00:00 -0800 2008 Sat Feb 23 18:36:10 -0800 2008 Sat Feb 23 18:37:25 -0800 2008 19570236 1059434 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 4 0 false Mon Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 2007 Sun Apr 06 07:13:47 -0700 2008 Sun Apr 06 07:19:01 -0700 2008 1119200 78903 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 4 0 false Fri Aug 01 00:00:00 -0700 1997 Wed May 09 07:55:54 -0700 2007 Wed May 09 07:56:42 -0700 2007 5675345 216177 1241404 0393047687 9780393047684 2 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1182188443m/1241404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1241404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 4.00 6 2 0 false Sat Sep 01 00:00:00 -0700 2007 Tue Sep 04 19:31:22 -0700 2007 Thu Dec 17 08:52:48 -0800 2009 3765688 234911 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 0 0 false Sun Jul 29 19:05:24 -0700 2007 Sun Jul 29 19:05:46 -0700 2007 36438042 1665734 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 0 0 false Tue Oct 28 18:55:34 -0700 2008 Tue Oct 28 18:55:55 -0700 2008 81181007 577584 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

]]> 0 0 false Wed Dec 16 07:09:32 -0800 2009 Wed Dec 16 07:09:32 -0800 2009 81155394 680012 485404 039332110X 9780393321104 16 <![CDATA[Yellow Jack: A Novel]]> http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175143687m/485404.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485404.Yellow_Jack_A_Novel 3.53 95 I read in the French editions of the papers that the epidemic was in full fury, all that could save the city was October's cold. Almost half-a-thousand were dead. The papers claimed only the foolish or the mad would be out-of-doors at night, the time, it was agreed, during which the Fever was most likely to be acquired. The English editions, as I understood them, claimed news of an epidemic was a hoax, a lie, an attempt to slander the mayor. Slander or no, yellow fever--called Yellow Jack by the local populace--provides young Marchand a good living; when he sets up shop as a portraitist, he finds much of his business deriving from memorial daguerreotypes of the dead. Soon Claude is living with Millicent, a mixed-race prostitute, but in love with 11-year-old Vivian, the daughter of a local businessman. Yellow Jack follows this rake's progress as he wins and loses each woman in turn yet is never quite free of either.

From the plays of Tennessee Williams to the novels of Anne Rice, there's something about New Orleans that encourages a writer's inner gothic; and Yellow Jack fairly drips with sex, corruption, death, and perversions of every persuasion. A trip to the opera results in a bloody deflowering behind heavy velvet curtains; the guests at a house party all wear blackface; a bereaved widower kills his dead wife's parrot when it can no longer mimic her voice. Yet, for the most part, Josh Russell doesn't let his story get away from him; his characters are so sharply drawn, especially Millicent, and the city so authentically reconstructed, that even the most melodramatic events seem weirdly appropriate. The result is a novel that entertains and disturbs in equal measure. --Alix Wilber

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