Just Above My Head, James Baldwin

North America Project 2022

James Baldwin (1924-1987) was one of the great novelists I’m sure. But for reasons of my own I didn’t read Go Tell it on the Mountain (1953) for my matric (year 12), and though I did read many years ago, and still own, Giovanni’s Room (1956) I didn’t like it. They were his first two novels. I’ve now listened to Just Above My Head (1979), his sixth and last and thought it a work of genius.

I wrote that introduction a few weeks ago, so over the last couple of days, on my way down from North Queensland, I’ve listened again, and liked it just as much. The novel is ostensibly the story of a gay Black gospel singer, Arthur Montana, during the years of the US Civil Rights Movement, the 1950s and 60s, as told by his older brother, Hall.

Hall, himself, at the beginning of the fifth and final ‘book’, says something like “I set out to write a poem of praise for my brother, and inevitably I wrote about myself.” What I think Baldwin wanted, and succeeded in doing, was to spell out to the world the condition of the Black man at this time in America by focusing on two closely connected pairs of siblings – Hall and Arthur, Julia and Jimmy, growing up in Harlem but whose parents have come up from the South – mostly through the eyes of Hall, but sometimes through Arthur’s eyes using the device “he later told me”.

Daniel saw the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Daniel saw the stone that was rolled into Babylon
Daniel saw the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Tearing down the kingdom of this world!

As a reader I would have skipped this and gone straight to the beginning of the text, which would have been a mistake. Baldwin has infused the whole novel with driving rhythms, taken from gospel singing and gospel preaching. There is a lot of music in this book, discussed and quoted. Hall says at one point, “Look for the beat. And look for the beat underneath.”

A while ago, I wrote that Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye and Christina Stead’s Letty Fox (1946) appeared to indicate that there was a New York school of writing in the 1940s and 50s characterised by an unstoppable flow of words. Baldwin appears to be of this school, and to have taken it to a new level. Whole sections of the novel aren’t descriptions of speech and action at all, but bursts of words, reinforced by repetition, setting an atmosphere.

The damn’d blood burst, first through the nostrils, then pounded through the veins in his neck, the scarlet torrent exploded through his mouth, it reached his eyes and blinded him, and brought Arthur down, down, down, down, down.

And so the book begins, with a hymn and with Arthur’s death, alone in the basement toilet of a pub in London.

Hall is writing from the perspective of a couple of years later. He is settled, with a wife and teenage children. They are visiting Julia, who was once his lover. Jimmy, Julia’s little brother and Arthur’s lover for the 14 years up to his death, walks in and is welcomed home. Julia gets out a photo albumn and so the whole story is told in Book 1, and Books 2,3,4,5 are enhancements, reinforcement, repetition.

I wish, wish, wish I had the book beside me on this truckstop table. It deserves a much more detailed – and loving – treatment than I am able to give it here. As I have implied, it is a mighty work of poetry, 20 hours or so, which is of course a credit to the reader, Kevin Kenerly, who interprets, sustains it over that considerable time, interestingly, playing down the song lyrics quoted and playing up the rhythms and variations in force of Baldwin’s writing.

We go back 30 odd years, to the late 1940s, Hall and Arthur are with their parents at a church service to see Julia, a child prodigy, preach, and Arthur sing. Hall’s father, a pianist, plays accompaniment. Julia’s father, a spiv, reads the lesson.

“Amen”, said Julia. “Now that was David talking. You all know who David was? David wrote these psalms and I believe they was put to music in the olden times and the people just sang and made a joyful noise unto the Lord with the psalms. This is David talking, and you know who David was? Well David went out one day looking for this wicked giant … You all still don’t know who David was? David was a shepherd boy, he fed the hungry sheep! I hear some of you saying, Who was this David? tell me more about this David! Well David was a king …”

The two families go back to the Montana’s apartment for dinner and so we become engrossed in their lives. Julia’s mother dies. Jimmy is sent down south to his grandmother. Julia stays, is her father’s support. Arthur and his friends form a Gospel singing group, tour down south. Hall is called up to fight in Korea. We don’t follow him, all the action remains in New York and in the South.

Julia is beaten senseless by her father. Julia preaches her last service with Arthur once again singing. Julia falls out of the story for a while, living quietly with Jimmy and her grandmother, reappears in New York as a model as Hall gets home from Korea.

Every Black person is described in the degrees and shades of their colour. Until near the end, when Arthur has a white lover in Paris, there are no white people in the story at all, other than Klanners down South.

The terror, the danger, for Black people, Northerners, of even driving through the South is visceral. There are rapes and murders. But all along the focus is on the central four. Arthur tours, sings within the frame of the Civil Rights Movement, some of their friends go off to join Malcolm X, but the focus is tight, we are not told about the movement, or about racism. We feel it.


James Baldwin, Just above my Head, first pub. 1979. Audiobook: Blackstone, 2016, read by Kevin Kenerly. 21 hours

see also these reviews from Emma/Book around the Corner:
Go Tell it on the Mountain (here) “Interesting, but difficult to read”
Giovanni’s Room (here) “Another Baldwin masterpiece”
Going to meet the Man (here) “A Must Read”
If Beale Street Could Talk (here) “A Must Read”
A Letter to Jimmy by Alain Mabanckou (here) “An ode to James Baldwin”

17 thoughts on “Just Above My Head, James Baldwin

    • I hope I’ve enthused people to read it. I found a preview in Google Books which helped a little with quotes, though I would have liked to convey more about the flow of the novel and the ‘beat underneath’.

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  1. Great review even without the book to hand – thanks for sharing it! I always find reviewing audiobooks harder becase there are no dogeared pages or kindle highlights for me to look back on.


    • Dogears! I’m shocked. I use little sticky note tags, but 9 times out of 10 I forget what I was tagging. I used to review only those audiobooks for which I could get hard copies, now I just wing it, so I’m glad you liked this one. It’s hard when I listen to a good book early in a trip, because my ideas for a review are generally overwritten by the (often trashy) books following.


      • Well done … I do find it hard reviewing audiobooks. I’d never heard of this, one but you have made it sound worth considering. I wonder if I could get my reading group to read it. There are many musicians in the group – this might grab their interest.

        I love the sound of the language – from the samples and your description. Well read it must have been very enjoyable to listen to.


      • Yes, the reading was a highlight. Now I wonder if, like all poetry, you would need to read this book out loud to yourself to get the full effect. But it would be a big commitment for your reading group – 20 odd hours indicates around 600 pages.


  2. That does sound like such a powerful book; I haven’t read any Baldwin (yet) and I need to redress that when it’s time for my Book Token Splurge (I’m saving this for when the indie bookshop opens On My Own High Street in a few months’ time).

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    • That’ll be great, having a bookshop on your doorstep. I’m getting dissatisified with my local indie and am beginning to look further afield (north of the river even! Now that Milly lives just across the river from me.)

      I’m sure all Baldwins are good, but check out Emma’s reviews if you have the time.

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  3. It sounds great. Interesting that he describes the colour of each character… 🤔 I have Giovanni’s Room in my TBR so might see if I can dust it off for a read


    • The descriptions of each person he meets is interesting. Baldwin doesn’t attach any value to the colours – coffee, mahogany, pale brown with freckles – but colour signifies something to him (to all African Americans?). Beauty in variety maybe.
      Giovanni’s Room has a Tsiolkas feel in my memory of it (I must discuss my reactions to gay men in literature having sex with my therapist! (parse that sentence as you will))


  4. Baldwin is a giant of literature. Everything he writes is so articulate, he conveys the people’s experience with great force and no hatred despite the horrible racism.
    Thanks for the links to my billets.
    I’m reading The Fire, Next Time.


    • It was not a book I was aware of – some essays, I see. ‘A Letter to my Nephew’ reminds me that I wondered if in Just Above My Head Baldwin was writing a fictional biography of himself from the POV of a brother (I think he actually had quite a number of siblings).


  5. I just got an email this morning saying my inter-library loan of this book came in, so I’m not far behind you. I also struggled with Go Tell It On The Mountain, but given Baldwin’s childhood, I can see why he wrote it. I absolutely love If Beale Street Could Talk, and the short story “Going to Meet a Man” is always one of the most powerful, hard-hitting pieces of fiction I could teach my students. Yes, it’s also the title of a fiction collection, but even if you read that story itself, you should.

    Do you feel like having read Malcolm X changed the way you thought about Just Above My Head?


    • Malcolm X was certainly on my mind, because of the period and location, because he’s mentioned, and also because they are absolutely opposite in style – journalese vs poetry.

      I’m motivated to read more Baldwin now, and yes maybe I should include Go Tell it on the Mountain which I blame for me failing year 12 English


      • Like I said, Go Tell It On The Mountain is not my favorite. It’s a bit confusing and not as well written, in my opinion. Go for If Beale Street Could Talk. That is, unless you are looking to conquer your 12th grade demons! He also writes some amazing non-fiction, including The Fire Next Time.

        When I finish Just Above My Head, would you be interested in me writing something up for your blog?


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