Trying to Remember a Book
The first book I read where I became aware of the beauty of the written word was a book by Even Hunter (I think) about a blind MC. It followed his life from the time he was seven or so through adulthood, along with his rising career as a pianist. I could have sworn it was called Streets of Gold, but when I recently tried googling it I came up flat.
I was twelve when I read it, purloined from a stack of library books my father had. After that I read everything I could get my hands on by Hunter. Previously, I read books according to the story. This one book gave me a whole new appreciation for the art of storytelling.
So am I imagining this? Does anyone recognize the story? Maybe I have the author wrong.
Last edited by Elaine Margarett; 02-20-2013 at 12:56 AM.
Streets of Gold, by Evan Hunter. It's out of print but certainly available. About a blind pianist in Harlem.
The half.com link (where it's considerably cheaper)
A personal note . . .
I got an autographed copy of one of Hunter's book to give as a gift one year. He died a short time after that.
<SNORK!> It would help if I spelled the poor man's name correctly!
Originally Posted by alleycat
Queen of the typos
Thanks, I found it. <g>
It left quite the impression on me. I went from reading The Black Stallion to Evan Hunter and never looked back.