Here Patton dreamcasts an adaptation of his new novel, Cajun Waltz:
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So yeah, is there an actor out there I’ve imagined playing a character in Cajun Waltz? Only one—and though she’s not an easy get these days, I’m sure if my people call her people and arrange a lunch date, she and I will totally hit if off and work out a deal in no time. The part would be Angela “Angel” Bainard, and the actor would be Beyoncé.
Born in Hancock Bayou, Louisiana, in 1915, Angel Bainard is mixed-race Creole and African-American. We first meet her at age thirteen, but the heart of her role occurs in her early thirties. Smart but intemperate, Angel is described in the book this way: “She was selfish and blithe but people adored her, a mystery that made sense once you took her looks into account. Beauty didn’t capture it. Knockout was more the effect.” Of Angel’s part in the tale, the foolishness she inspires in otherwise sensible men has mortal consequences. It’s all her doing, but never her fault.
Now about Beyoncé, I can tell you I’ve seen her Super Bowl shows, her National Anthem at Obama’s Second Inaugural, and assorted bits of things on various TV awards shows over the years—but whatever hits she sang to those rapturous millions, my brain somehow didn’t retain them. On the other hand, I remember like yesterday her performance as Etta James in the movie, Cadillac Records, and her stunning rendition of James’s signature heartbreaker, "I’d Rather Go Blind."
She wouldn’t need to sing in the movie of Cajun Waltz—which is kind of strange, since the book is steeped in country blues and Cajun dance tunes of the 1920s and ‘30s—because Angel’s passions run to people rather than music. We see her in a musical setting only once, doing a one-night gig with a corrugated washboard behind an old-time accordion band. “The silver board hung from a cord around her neck, clasped to her front like makeshift armor. Her eyes were shut as she played and her body moved in waves. She wore a thimble on each thumb, pointer, and middle finger. Her hands flew across the board’s rippled surface, giving smacks on the downbeat and a syncopation of zips and runs that made the music jump.”
It’s all instinct with Angel; she has no training or experience. “The girl lays a spell,” someone says of her. Beyoncé has been known to do likewise.