“Perowne sometimes wonders if, in his youth, he could ever have guessed that he would one day father a blues musician... But is there a lifetime’s satisfaction in twelve bars of three obvious chords? Perhaps it’s one of those cases of a microcosm giving you the whole world... as Daisy says, like a Jane Austen novel... There’s nothing in his own life that contains this inventiveness, this style of being free.”
