Marsha Hunt - Joy

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“All families got secrets, but Joy’s had more than their fair share. So while I’m able to tell you what she did, ain’t no use me pretending that I know why … they was just born under bad moons.”This is the story of Joy Bang and her sisters, three singers who dream of a glittering future that briefly, too briefly is theirs. When Joy dies unexpectedly, the floodgates of Baby Palatine’s memory are opened. Foster mother to the sisters from their childhood, she remembers the hopes and dreams which fuelled their meteoric rise. But as the family gathers for the funeral, Baby is forced to acknowledge that as well as the Joy she loved and worshipped, there was another Joy she had never known …A compelling story of jealousy and love, tragedy and deception, and of growing up black in a white world, this is Marsha Hunt’s powerful first novel.

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MARSHA HUNT

Joy

Praise for Joy: Praise To Start With … Like usual, a few mornings ago I As I stood in my living room If something bad really had happened to Though I was glad Tammy had her It seemed to me that Tammy was Looking at Tammy standing in Joy’s Chelsea When Brenda came over and sat at No matter how bad things got, Joy Joy was smart and knew she was I looked over at Brenda setting the It was eighteen whole long months later England was our last stop on the The first two numbers I dialed for I was still reading my Bible when Brenda had gone to a whole lot When the police ushered me and Jesse The Finish Up … Keep Reading About the Author Also by the Author Copyright About the Publisher

‘Three black sisters achieve fleeting fame but become embroiled in a sex and drug filled world which leads to their destruction. Fast mover, as exciting as a thriller.’

Oxford Mail

‘Eschewing the cliché-ridden morbidity of the pop world, Joy lives up to its title, adding its author’s name to those of Toni Morrison and Alice Walker.’

Scotland on Sunday

‘An exceptional first novel, worth reading simply for the narrative voice of Baby Palatine, whose Bay Area ghetto-speak and commonsense philosophizing turn Joy’s death into a dectective story of betrayed emotions.’

Interview

‘The extraordinary strength and naivety of Bible-toting, gospel-quoting Baptists underlines this tale, as small acts of kindness are suddenly revealed as monstrously selfish … full of delightful speeches and simple but loaded homilies … A rich engaging read with plenty of subtle wisdom and humour.’

The Statesman

For Eric and Bassam But most of all for Karis

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Title Page MARSHA HUNT Joy

Praise Praise for Joy: Praise To Start With … Like usual, a few mornings ago I As I stood in my living room If something bad really had happened to Though I was glad Tammy had her It seemed to me that Tammy was Looking at Tammy standing in Joy’s Chelsea When Brenda came over and sat at No matter how bad things got, Joy Joy was smart and knew she was I looked over at Brenda setting the It was eighteen whole long months later England was our last stop on the The first two numbers I dialed for I was still reading my Bible when Brenda had gone to a whole lot When the police ushered me and Jesse The Finish Up … Keep Reading About the Author Also by the Author Copyright About the Publisher ‘Three black sisters achieve fleeting fame but become embroiled in a sex and drug filled world which leads to their destruction. Fast mover, as exciting as a thriller.’ Oxford Mail ‘Eschewing the cliché-ridden morbidity of the pop world, Joy lives up to its title, adding its author’s name to those of Toni Morrison and Alice Walker.’ Scotland on Sunday ‘An exceptional first novel, worth reading simply for the narrative voice of Baby Palatine, whose Bay Area ghetto-speak and commonsense philosophizing turn Joy’s death into a dectective story of betrayed emotions.’ Interview ‘The extraordinary strength and naivety of Bible-toting, gospel-quoting Baptists underlines this tale, as small acts of kindness are suddenly revealed as monstrously selfish … full of delightful speeches and simple but loaded homilies … A rich engaging read with plenty of subtle wisdom and humour.’ The Statesman

To Start With … To Start With … All families got secrets, but Joy’s had more than their fair share. Like a fool, I went around thinking that she let me in on all of them, since I can’t keep everything to myself and figured Joy was the same. But I found out she hoarded so many secrets, she kept them important ones from herself. So while I’m able to tell you what she did, ain’t no use me pretending that I know why. I blame myself for some of it, although my husband Freddie B says it’s wrong that I should shoulder all the blame for what done happened to Joy and her family, ’cause they was just born under bad moons. But I refuse to believe that God put some of his children on this earth to destroy theyselves. What’s troubling is no matter what Freddie B says, looking back I can see I had more to do with the mess Joy and them made of their lives than I realized. But it’s way too late for ‘I’m sorry’.

Like usual, a few mornings ago I

As I stood in my living room

If something bad really had happened to

Though I was glad Tammy had her

It seemed to me that Tammy was

Looking at Tammy standing in Joy’s Chelsea

When Brenda came over and sat at

No matter how bad things got, Joy

Joy was smart and knew she was

I looked over at Brenda setting the

It was eighteen whole long months later

England was our last stop on the

The first two numbers I dialed for

I was still reading my Bible when

Brenda had gone to a whole lot

When the police ushered me and Jesse

The Finish Up …

Keep Reading

About the Author

Also by the Author

Copyright

About the Publisher

To Start With …

All families got secrets, but Joy’s had more than their fair share. Like a fool, I went around thinking that she let me in on all of them, since I can’t keep everything to myself and figured Joy was the same. But I found out she hoarded so many secrets, she kept them important ones from herself. So while I’m able to tell you what she did, ain’t no use me pretending that I know why. I blame myself for some of it, although my husband Freddie B says it’s wrong that I should shoulder all the blame for what done happened to Joy and her family, ’cause they was just born under bad moons. But I refuse to believe that God put some of his children on this earth to destroy theyselves.

What’s troubling is no matter what Freddie B says, looking back I can see I had more to do with the mess Joy and them made of their lives than I realized. But it’s way too late for ‘I’m sorry’.

Like usual, a few mornings ago Iwas laying in the bed next to Freddie B, staring at the ceiling and listening to him snore while I waited for his 6:45 alarm to go off. I always wake ’fore it buzzes, and sometimes it’s worrying to hear that old noisy clock of his tickety-tick by seconds that won’t never get another chance. But I’ve resigned myself to listening to it, ’cause he can’t rest good at night till he sees it set, even though he knows that for all them forty-some years we been married, I wake at least half an hour ’fore that alarm, don’t matter what time it’s set for. I rue the day I bought him that ugly square faced clock and wish I could throw it out sometimes.

What really don’t make no sense is that he likes to set it on the little built in shelf by my side of the bed.

‘What’s the good of that,’ I ask him, ‘when I ain’t the one needs waking.’ But he don’t bother to answer. That’s his way. When he can’t think up a good answer, he don’t say nothing. Playing like he don’t hear and he hears good as me and anybody else when he wants to.

I knew he wouldn’t budge when our bedside phone started going, so the minute it did I reached over him quick to pick it up, though I was half tempted to leave it ringing, as I suspected it might of been that wicked wench in apartment 207 on the fourth floor calling for the umpteenth time to complain about the water pressure being too weak in her shower.

Not but the week before, I had to put her straight. I didn’t mince my words neither ’cause tenants will sure take liberties if you do. ‘Just ’cause we managing the building, Miss Gonzales, don’t mean folks can ring us all hours of the day and night,’ I said.

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