In Mingus Fingers, David Sandner and Jacob Weisman have given us a quietly intricate and intelligent merger of boxing, jazz music, the seductive lure of the artistic impulse, and the ultimate meaning of it all. I read it with pleasure and admiration. Highly recommended. --Rick Wilber, author of Alien Morning A stroll through jazz, boxing, the creative fire, and the prices of all three. Subtle, profound, and moving. --Kij Johnson, author of The River Bank Scenes of jazz and boxing in 1950s San Francisco are interrupted by unexplainable transformations in this moody, meandering novella from Sandner and Weisman, who previously collaborated as editors of The Treasury of the Fantastic anthology . . . the odd magic and arresting imagery captures the feel of jazz. What this offbeat novella lacks in cohesion it makes up for in style. --Publishers Weekly