the last book I ever read (3 Shades of Blue: Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Bill Evans, and the Lost Empire of Cool, excerpt fourteen)

from 3 Shades of Blue: Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Bill Evans, and the Lost Empire of Cool by James Kaplan:

We’ve seen much evidence of Coltrane’s worldly side. And though he had a powerful need to keep himself to himself (“He was the type of person, he didn’t care for socializing,” Alice Coltrane recalled “and I don’t care for socializing, so that’s sort of the way it was”), he had a domestic existence in Dix Hills, and he savored it. The presence of four young children, Alice’s daughter and their three sons, would have made the household lively; the harp and grand piano in the living room would have made it tuneful. (John combed the TV listings for reruns of Marx Brothers movies: he loved to watch Harpo play.) There was a telescope in the backyard for scanning the night sky. There were shelves full of books on philosophy and spiritualism.