Saturday, May 8, 2010

PRINCESS NOIRE by Nadine Cohodas -Reviewed by Gary Carden

Princess Noire:The Tumultuous Reign of Nina Simone by Nadine Cohodas
New York: Pantheon Books - 2010
$30.00 - 449 pages

“I am not of this planet. I do not come from you, and I am not like you.”
Nina Simone at the Royal Albert Hall, London, 1978

The first time I ever heard Nina Simone sing, I was in one of those pretentious “high fi” stores in Atlanta back in the early ’60’s where all of the clerks wore lab coats which suggested that they were trained specialists who had access to highly arcane knowledge. They used terms like “woofers” and “tweeters” and were constantly adjusting the “decibel levels” on a row of gigantic speakers. In order to demonstrate the merits of the speakers, one of the “specialists” picked up a Nina Simone record and dropped it on the turntable, saying, “Listen to this.”

The recording was “Black is the Color of My True Love’s Hair,” and it is still one of my favorites. Suddenly, the speakers vibrated, and Nina Simone’s deep, dark contralto literally made the hair stand up on my neck. I had never heard a voice like that before, and I was fairly certain that all of the high tech equipment wasn’t responsible for the the aching, near-painful beauty of this woman’s voice. I became an instant fan, and in the years following, I built an impressive collection. I still think those 45’s and LP albums include the greatest songs ever recorded: Screamin’ Jay Hawkins’ “I Put a Spell on You,” Kurt Weill’s “Pirate Jenny,” Jacques Brel’s “Ne Me Quitte Pas” and a remarkable rendition of “Little Girl Blue” that combines Bach and the Christmas ballad, “Good King Wenceslas.” (I hope you are curious enough to go find it!)

In all of the years that I listened to Nina Simone sing (1960-2000), I knew very little about her personal life except what I gleaned from liner notes and album covers. I knew that she had been born in Tryon, North Carolina and had been proclaimed a “musical prodigy” by the time she was nine. I saw references to Carnegie Hall concerts and I knew that she had marched with Martin Luther King. I knew that she had become a kind of deified goddess in Europe as she blazed a trail that was both inspiring and troubling due to her bizarre and unpredictable behavior on stage. There were magazine articles about her confrontations with her fans and promoters in the concert halls of London, Paris and Nassau where she frequently refused to perform because of imagined slights and repeatedly walked out of performances. Finally, I remember her last years during which she lived a kind of “self-exile” from the United States because of “unresolved issues” with the IRS.

I received something of a shock when I read her autobiography several years ago (I Put a Spell on You) for it revealed the troubled life of a woman who readily acknowledged her mental instability, but seemed incapable of accepting the blame for conduct that wrecked her marriages and alienated her friends, family and fans. However, Nadine Cohodas has now published a painfully detailed biography that finally reveals all of the bitterness, vanity, fears and guilt that haunted this gifted and tragic woman.

Nina Simone was born Eunice Waymon on February 21, 1933 in Tryon, North Carolina. Eunice’s mother was a minister and musician, and although the family was poor, J. D. Waymon, provided for his family by operating both a barbershop and laundry. Although most of the region remained segregated for another twenty-five years, Tryon’s artistic and cultural community proved to be exceptionally tolerant. In fact, when Eunice’s musical talents became common knowledge, (she was playing hymns at the age of three!) some of the town’s prominent residents established the “Eunice Waymon Fund” to pay for her music lessons. In addition, a noted musician, Muriel Mazzanovich who had retired to Tryon, taught the budding prodigy, training her to be a classical concert pianist.

Nina Simone’s biographer, Nadine Cohodas, provides significance evidence that this obsession - to be a black classical pianist - was the seed of discontent that would provide the basis for Nina’s mental illness. Subjecting herself to rigorous training, Eunice attended the Allen School of Music in Asheville (1949) and was given a scholarship to the Juilliard School of Music in New York with the goal of being eventually accepted at the prestigious Curtis Institute in Philadelphia. Throughout these years of training, Eunice Waymon developed a reputation as a solitary young woman who denied herself any distraction. (no boy friends, no parties, etc.) Indeed, many felt that her determination and fervor were detrimental to her character.

When the Curtis Institute rejected Eunice’s application, the blow was devastating. (In later years, Nina often noted that the Institute's rejection was motivated by racism.) The broken-hearted girl vowed to apply again, but in the meanwhile, she needed to make a living. Then, one of her friends recommended that she apply for a position in one of the numerous bars or nightclubs in Atlantic City where many young musicians found summer work. It was at this point that Nina Simone was born. When the owner of the Midtown Bar asked her for her “stage name,” Eunice told him to call her Nina Simone. “I always liked the name Nina, and I saw the name Simone on a movie poster” (probably the French actress Simone Signoret).

For many years, Nina told her friends that her work as a jazz and blues pianist was temporary. However, within a few months, she had developed an ardent following. Her audiences were fascinated by the unusual blend of classics like Bach and contemporary jazz. At first, Nina resisted singing, but when the club owners insisted, she began to sing in the dark, dramatic contralto that would make her famous. When she became a sensation in New York, she finally stopped her strenuous training sessions and gave up her dream of being admitted to the Curtis. However, her nightclub performances were the beginning of Nina’s conflict with her audiences. She refused to sing if there disturbances (laughter and talking) in the club, and would often stand staring resentfully at the crowd until she had total silence. “I expect and deserve respect,” she often told them. Other times she was more direct. “Shut up!” she would say, pointing at the offending party.

When fame came to Nina Simone, it was both disconcerting and exhilarating. An early bad marriage left her embittered. In addition, a series of relationships with unethical recording companies which had issued many of her records illegally, had cheated her out of millions of dollars. Her subsequent financial probllems produced a growing sense of paranoia and the feeling that she was being victimized by everyone. Although her career flourished during the next forty years, Nina’s mental illness grew steadily worse. She was finally diagnosed as schizophrenic but due to her mounting debts and lavish lifestyle, she continued to perform in folk festivals, Carnegie Hall concerts and the lavish performance centers of Europe and Africa. Even when she began arriving late for concerts and initiating shouting matches with irate audiences, her performance would frequently turn the tide and the same audiences that booed her tardiness and provocative speeches would end up give her standing ovations.

During the civil rights movement, Nina marched with Martin Luther King, writing and singing hundreds of protest songs. Among her best friends who rallied to her side during her tumultuous final years were the writer James Baldwin, Lorraine Hansbury, the playwright who wrote “Raisin in the Sun” and the poet, Langston Hughes. When she died on April 20, 2003, she was living in a small seaside village in France where a group of devoted friends tended to her every need. Ironically, barely a month later, the Curtis Institute posthumously awarded her an honorary diploma for her “contributions to music.”

In the numerous videos that show up in places like YouTube, many were made during Nina's periods of mental instability. It is disturbing to witness this gifted musician disintegrating before your eyes - delivering cryptic monologues between beautiful musical interludes. Yet many critics abandoned her during her civil rights period when she frequently delivered blistering rants against the white “establishment.” One critic noted “The music is beautiful, but there is a lot of hate in it.” One of her most famous tirades concluded with her admonishing the audience, “Now, shut up and be still. This ain’t no Geraldine up here.” (a reference to Flip Wilson’s “campy” comedy routine.) They did, and then gave her a standing ovation.


  1. That's a great review! I always loved her music but didn't realize what a troubled soul she was. Her talent shone through in spite of all the demons that she had to deal with.

  2. I just received a DVD from Netflex that has some of Nina's performances in 1961-62. She frequently found herself on stage with musicians that had little empathy for her incredible voice and seemed determined to drown her out. However, this is supposed to be some of her best work before the "bad days" started.

  3. I do have always loved her music, having no idea how troubled her life was. Just goes to show, not one of us has any guarantee on life no matter how talented or successful we are. I don't know about you, but I'm glad I'm just plain old me and relatively trouble free at least as far as relationships go!

  4. I am fascinated by the fact that the author of this biography felt that when Eunice Waymon created the persona, Nina Simone, she laid the foundation for her mental illness. She was, in effect, two people:
    the shy, lonely Eunice and the bold and aggressive
    Nina. As for preferring to be "ordinary" to being a tormented genius, it might be that the pain was worth it. She walked with Martin Luther King, toured Africa and repeatedly stood on the stage at Carnegie while she was applauded by some of the world's greatest musicians. It may be worth the torment to leave that kind of mark behind.

  5. I do not know her work, but I'll be checking it out, thanks to this review. Very professional, Gary--informative and helpful. Thanks.

    Love your first paragraph's put-down of the precious clerks in such venues. My nemeses were tobacco shops back in my pipe smoking days. Talk about pretentious! I was hooked on plain old Sir Walter Raleigh, and they were scandalized.

    Highfalutin wine conversations would probably fit in here these days. Fortunately, I'm strictly beer and whiskey.

  6. Damn, I'm getting old. I keep getting that comment,
    "I never heard of Nina Simone." The problem is, Nina reached her peak in the 80's, and although she was one of the most popular jazz singers in history, she has vanished. That frightens me a bit for it marks me as something of an anachronism myself. Well, okay, I have a dozen Nina Simone albums, and I still get all a-twitter when she does "I Put a Spell on You" and "Pirate Jenny."

  7. P. S. Has anybody ever heard of Chet Baker?

  8. The name Nina Simone was vaguely familiar, and there was your blog. So I listened to a few songs on YouTube, and I do see the appeal.

    The name Chet Baker was not familiar, though one of Detroit's oldest jazz spots is or was Baker's Keyboard Lounge. I'm not aware of any connection, but who knows?

    Julie Zikefoose is a serious blogger, birder, and painter. She's named her Boston Terrier Chet Baker, and writes about him often. Maybe you check it out. It's pretty entertaining, and I usually learn something there about nature.

  9. I'm a Chet Baker fanatic. I mentioned his name because I am feeling a little desperate. All the people that I adore are suddenly ancient history. There is a marvelous bio-pic on Chet Baker called "Let's Get Lost" but it may be only available in England. Chet played the trumpet and sang. Did an incredible version of "My Funny Valentine" and a hundred other old standards. He was also a drug addict. Finally fell out of a window in Amsterdam and killed himself...probably an accident. "Let's Get Lost" runs on the Sundance Channel sometimes.

  10. Three different people here in Swain County have
    raved to me about your Nina Simone piece. It seems Simone has some die-hard fans out there. One is a woman who went to the same school as Simone in Asheville (9 years later). Another runs a coffee shop in Cherokee who just returned from a trip to Paris, where she sought out some clubs at which the singer performed. Your review fired me up to want to read the book. Jazz, her kind of jazz, I believe is making a bit of a comeback. Who knows where the reputation of Nina Simone will be ten years from now?

    John Quinnett

  11. Well, I'm pleased that the truly blessed are still out there. I want to whimper, fall on the floor and bite my leg when people say, "Nina who??" I probably need to drag out a stack of Simone tonight and sit out on the deck in the dark and rain and listen to a master.