If poker was an addiction then music was an overwhelming obsession; one could never replace the other in my life. During the Great Depression there was little hope for a boy born into the slums of Cabbagetown, Toronto. But Jack Spayd is offered a ticket out in the form of a Hohner harmonica, won by his brutal drunken father in a late-night card game. Jack is a virtuoso and hits the road, stirring up success in wartime Europe and Canada before travelling to Las Vegas and mixing with the Mafia in the seedy world of elite poker. Before long Jack will be running for his life, and adventuring in the far reaches of Africa on a journey that may seal his fate.
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I was born illegitimately in 1933 in South Africa and spent my early childhood years in a small town deep in the heart of the Lebombo mountains. It was a somewhat isolated community and I grew up among farm folk and the African people. At the age of five I was sent to a boarding school which might be better described as a combination orphanage and reform school, where I learned to box - though less as a sport and more as a means to stay alive. But I survived to return to a small mountain town named Barberton in the North Eastern part of the country. Here I met Doc, a drunken German music teacher who spent the next few years filling my young mind with the wonders of nature as we roamed the high mountains. His was the best education I was ever to receive, despite the scholarship I won to a prestigious boy's school and thereafter to a university in England where I studied Journalism. I came to Australia because I was banned from returning to my own country. This was due to the fact that I had started a weekend school for Africans in the school hall of the prestigious boy's school I attended. One day the school hall was raided by the police who then branded me a Communist as they considered educating Africans a subversive act. While studying journalism, I met a wonderful Australian girl. "Come to my country!" Benita invited. I did, and soon after arriving in Australia, married her. Benita gave me three splendid sons, Brett, Adam and Damon. Brett, who married Ann has given me three lovely grandsons, Ben now 14, Jake is about to turn 12 and Marcus is almost 6 years old. I have lived all my Australian life in Sydney (the nicest place on earth) and, until I started writing fiction, made my career in advertising working as a copywriter and creative director. At the age of 55 I decided to take the plunge. I had been telling stories since the age of five and had always known I would be a writer some day, though life kept getting in the way until I realised that it was either now or never. Bryce Courtenay died at his home in Canberra, Australia. He was 79. Courtenay is survived by his second wife Christine Gee and his children Adam and Brett.
