Love Songs [Hardcover]

Lawrence Sanders (Author)

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Publication Date: January 1989

A storm of passion, betrayal and violence explodes in the world of a talented and tormented pop singer.

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Breathtaking...Situations erupt like fireworks. -- Boston Globe --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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A master of suspense. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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• Hardcover
• Publisher: San Val (January 1989)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1417801328
• ISBN-13: 978-1417801329
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• Average Customer Review: 3.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
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3.0 out of 5 stars Too Many Love Songs, But Not For Me, July 13, 2006

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Betty Burks "Betty Burks" (Knoxville, TN) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Love Songs (Paperback)

Roberta, the folk singer, comes home for a respite with lots of baggage, physical and emotional, and her accompanist, Hap the guitar player who writes songs. She sang old blues: Helen Morgan, Billie Holiday, and others. "The voice was part of the night's music. It was screech and weep, moan and wail. It floated on a jigsaw sea and soared to the chandeliers..." They were love songs, love asked, love given. love rejected, love spurned and grabbed. Love lost, corrupted, and killed.

Her dad had been a talented young man, so artistic and gifted. God works in mysterious ways. It was difficult to see how it all could be a blessing in disguise, as it undoubtedly was. Hap was put in the attic area near the Indian servants. He felt as if Bobbie was just using him for her pleasure, all those stimulants and depressants for the highs and lows of the music world. Things turned sour for the music lovers and death (for him and others) intervened. But before that disastrous last evening, he wrote a poem which started: "Come with me where roses nod and sunbeams dance above. Then I shall press thy hand in mine and speak to thee of love." Shades of Shakespeare.

Coming home, 1040 kept me living in the past with the music I used to sing. I had not sung for forty years, and this music soothed and consumed me. Eddy Roy was there then; I came back once because he said he hoped I would. I was always running away from the present, trying to find the past in the music. Now, it has changed and is becoming a parody of what Eddy strived for; there is no local to keep things on a even keel. Those miscreants in New York, L. A., Denver, and Branson, Missouri, think they know music, but they are only being used by a has-been group singer to promote herself and a tour group out near the airport in Englewood. The music chosen by this group is love songs (now) of the worst sort. It's not upbeat, but is in a sinking mode as is their whole organization. Their mainstay has turned his crown over to the younger generation and they will destroy the music as Hap was destroyed by the environment where he did not belong. Love songs can be uplifting or sad. Play me the sad songs, like Gershwin's "But Not For Me." Michael did in his Nashville appearance with the Symphony. I thank God for song writers like Feinstein.