A review of Only in America: Al Jolson and The Jazz Singer by Richard Bernstein, 252 pages (Alfred A. Knopf, 2024)
Shortly after sunset on the evening of 6 October 1927, 1,400 people converged on the Warner theatre in Manhattan to watch history being made. At first, the motion picture being projected seemed fairly ordinary—a run-of-the-mill family melodrama, performed in silent pantomime, just like every other feature film before it. All that changed fourteen minutes into the show when the protagonist suddenly burst into song. The lyrics were not carried in title cards but by a merry, fluting tenor audible to everyone in attendance. “Wait a minute, wait a minute,” he chirped when the song was done. “You ain’t heard nothin’ yet.”
That line was delivered in character, but it could also have been addressed directly to the audience, who immediately began hooting and cheering. “It was one of those once-in-a-life…
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