2 of 5 stars.
The music and stories of a community can do much to explain its flavor. So, too, can the patois of its residents.
This vignette dabbles with a few words particular to the jargon of an Eastside London neighborhood heavy with Afro-Caribbean descendants. The main scene is a remembrance of a record shop thick with unique cuts of reggae tracks. The rite of scrambling for the choicest choons, ie tunes, is past, but still fresh for the narrator who cannot account for the subsequent changes to the neighborhood in the ensuing decades.
This tale appears in the anthology An Unreliable Guide to London by Influx Press, London. I received my copy of this anthology directly from one of the contributing authors through bookreviewdirectory.wordpress.com.
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