“Cherokee” is a novel in the rhythm of jazz - unrestrained, bewitching, dizzying, captivating with the fullness of every detail and the absolute unpredictability of intrigue. Georges Chave was content with little, filling his existence with bars, cinemas, trips to the suburbs, visits to friends and visits from friends, novels, impromptu siestas, random adventures, and if Veronica had not happened, this situation, almost out of his control, could have dragged on hopelessly.