Congo Blues by Jonathan Robijn

Congo Blues by

Jonathan Robijn will let you think a lot. Morgan lives in Bruxells but he was born in Congo. He doesn't remember anything of his past existence, because when arrived in Europe was extremely little. He is a pianist and the moment he is living not the happiest one of his existence. He lost in fact, his fiancee, dead for a horrible illness just a couple of years before.

Unforgettable, for case, apparently, Morgan enter in connection with a certain Simona, a beautiful black girl and someone else called Walter. 

These people will let him work, Morgan is specialized in jazz, in various locals and will remain in his existence for various weeks, before to leaving forever. 

At first, Morgan sounded like relieved. He didn't have anymore close to him a person so weird as Simona was. If, at first he offered her hospitality for one day, then, he noticed days became weeks.

But...He missed Simona and she didn't know where also Walter disappeared. He had a contact, left by Simona with a certain Lilly. Lilly in her eccentricities clarified some aspects of the existence of these people but what Morgan will discover later will be shocking.

This story treat the origin of a person, but also the thematic of parents in confrontation with adoptive children; what they search from an adoptive child in particular. Personally in this story we can see that Morgan hasn't never been too much passionate of his adoptive parents although, in particular her mother, transmitted him the love for art, music, books. He has always had the perception of been treated as a propriety. But, what the book underline is also an important question: is it important to discover the origins for a person? And we speak of a family, of a contest where a baby was born; is it good to try to search who we are passing through the knowledge of our parents, siblings? Can the contest and the origins change a lot who we are? 

Highly recommended book.

I thank Marsilio Editori for the physical copy of this book.

Anna Maria Polidori