A middlingly written account of the life of the great Nina Simone, not an unkind book, but not, for all its details about Nina's personal descent, an exceptionally engaged portrait. Cohodas fails to establish a tone with her writing, so that what might have been a warm sparkling telling instead trundles along, an account of moods and events. Prevented, of course, is a genuine reckoning with the interior legacy of one of music's modern masters. It's a disappointment ameliorated by spending time with Nina, pure and simple. But I would add that I saw Simone live probably fifty times in various performance settings, and though that's fifty times less what I'd have been happy to have seen and heard this woman and her ineffacable art, I yet know her better and deeper by that than this book gives me. Still, it's good once again to trace in the mind and memory Nina Simone, a gift of the gods to us that will never die.