Jimi Hendrix rarely if ever appears in any Black History books. If he IS mentioned, it is a few fleeting lines (usually
misinformation) and then passed over. I had hopes that this book
might take a few steps in the direction of changing all of that.
Unfortunately... it did not. In fact, I don't know WHAT this
book was about. It blathers on and on and offers nothing that even the casual Hendrix fan doesn't know.
Overly wordy in it's descriptions (if you read David Henderson's book, "Voodoo Child of the Aquarian Age" you will know what I mean), it was very difficult to read. The various
narratives by Black musicians, friends and so forth offer little.
I don't know what the author's intent was, but if this book was supposed to be a Hendrix primer for Black folks (as
advertised) it fails miserably. The last two chapters, Appendix
A, in which the author (in his words) tries to write some lines
in an imagined Hendrix penned novel, and Appendix B, an astrologer interprets what the stars say about Jimi Hendrix,
made me angry. SUCH CRAP (and a waste of paper....a tree had to DIE for this?) I have read all of the Hendrix books over the years and this one sits at the BOTTOM of the heap, right next to the drivel written by Curtis Knight in his Jimi bio years ago.
It seems that the book that will give Jimi Hendrix his
rightful place in Black History has yet to be written.