The grit and grandeur of 80s New York drive this rollicking story of an underground wheeler-dealer<\/p>\n
In the summer of 1977 a bolt of lightning struck a substation on the Hudson River, knocking out power across New York City. Two nights of darkness sparked a wave of looting as Harlem and Bronx teenagers swiped high-end items from the downtown stores. They took speaker systems and turntables to experiment with at home. They taught themselves how to scratch and mix, and sang self-styled scat lyrics into stolen microphones. Hip-hop, according to urban legend, was the child of a lightning strike and a robbing spree.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s art from crime, thinks Ray Carney, the hardscrabble hero of Colson Whitehead\u2019s rollicking Cool Machine, the final part of his Harlem Trilogy. Or possibly vice versa, given that the man dislikes rap music and nurses a sneaking affection for old-school smash-and-grab. For years Carney has led the sort of intrepid double life that would make Spider-Man proud, supplementing his furniture business on 125th Street with a lucrative sideline as an underworld fence. In his stealthy, dogged fashion, he helps facilitate a process he describes as \u201cthe churn\u201d: the movement of stolen goods through New York. The churn fuels the economy and helps refresh the culture. It\u2019s the city\u2019s equivalent of an endocrine system.<\/p>\n
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