This title is misleading. I assumed there was going to be some Jazz-as-metaphor-for-life sort of thing. He only mentions jazz in like one sentence, and what he says is wrong. Actually, jazz does resolve, it just has sophisticated harmonies that might sound unresolved in some cases, (like if you're talking about be-bop). This book of essays was just ok. I gave it 2.5 stars because Miller means well and I agreed with the overall message; but the book was not as funny as I thought it would be; it was actually putting me to sleep by the end. But let me say that I think it would've been a four star book if I had read this when I was twenty or younger. Maybe. I was expecting a spiritual memoir and this is more of a self-help spiritual book and than I thought it would be. And way duller than the title implies.