Green – Review

“It seemed like the smoke of those riots spread all across the continent, all the way to Boston.”

Green is a unique coming of age story, told from 12 year old David Greenfield, growing up in Boston in the early 90’s. The year Green focuses on for the entirety of the novel, is the year 92-93. We start when Dave is entering 6th grade, and the novel ends right before his 7th grade year begins.

The year is significant, because this school year is a milestone year for Dave. He has the only chance to take an entrance exam to get into Latin, a school that grooms students for college. The school is also notoriously a feeder school for Harvard. And Dave feels that Harvard is the answer to all of his problems. Or at least out of the ghetto he believes he and his family lives in.

Even more significantly, Dave feels very self-conscious attending King Middle School. He is one of a very small population of white kids, and he feels after the riots and Rodney King trial, that suddenly, his being white is more noticeable to his peers than before.

His first few weeks of school are exactly as he expects: being ignored, or hassled, feeling left out and left behind. His parents won’t buy him new shoes or stylish clothes. Even his quasi best friend ditches him for cooler friends. But life begins to look up when Marlon Wellings sticks up for him to a bully and their friendship begins to grow.

“It’s starting to hit me: Mar isn’t just my best friend, he’s my first. Up until now I had no idea just how lonely I’d been.”

I am on the fence with this book, and my review may contain some mild spoilers, though I will try and avoid them as much as possible.

This novel is based on the author’s own childhood and experiences. And, in that sense, I can’t argue. I can say, however, that I didn’t really connect with Dave and the style that it’s written is very distracting. Mostly, I’m referring to the language. So. Much. Slang.

Here’s the thing with slang. I get that kids use slang words. It’s that this is a book written from Dave’s perspective, solely in the first person. And I just don’t buy that a kid would talk this much slang, all the time, as the voice in his head. It didn’t feel natural or real to me. I’ve never met anyone who talks like this kid. Maybe they exist, maybe this really is how a kid would hear himself speak. I don’t know. But for me, it didn’t feel real.

It’s hard to say if the author chose to write that way to highlight the way Dave felt out of place and was trying so hard to fit in. Because the kid does try to fit in. He is ashamed of his own personality, or so it seems, and only wants to fit in with the cool kids. So perhaps the slang is simply really driving home how hard he tries and how awkward he really is. It certainly felt awkward reading, so I can see that angle.

I also have an issue with how his brother Benno is handled. We know that Benno has chosen not to speak for over a year. That he had an accident, where he cut himself, and since then has been under therapeutic care and attends a special school. Dave often resents the treatment Benno gets. One example is how Benno gets tater tots with meals, while Dave is forced to eat homegrown vegetables and rarely gets processed food. Benno often gets to stay home from school and has little rules dictating his behavior at home.

I find it odd that parents who are so invested in one child, would be so oblivious to the anxiety of their other child. I suppose it happens, parents often can make a healthy child feel overlooked in the face of a sick one, but they rarely even try to explain what’s going on with Benno when Dave tries to talk to them about his own struggles. Even worse, we never even get to understand or learn why or what Benno is going through.

But what really bothers me about the book the most, is that Dave doesn’t seem to learn any lessons at all. He complains, often and loudly, about no one having his back. Yet, he repeatedly lets his friends get beat up and picked on. Even when Mar spells this out to him, he can’t muster the courage to even speak up, let alone jump in to help. He acknowledges his fear, but never seems to comprehend that no one will defend him unless he starts defending either himself or others.

Dave is obviously a kid so desperate for attention and approval, that he is willing to sacrifice his friends feelings and needs if someone ‘better’ is around and offering either of those things. And he doesn’t seem to understand why his relationship with Mar changes after betrayal after betrayal occurs. He is oblivious. Which I would expect of a kid, but Mar is patient and explains his reactions multiple times. Dave just doesn’t want to settle for anything he perceives as less. Unfortunately, Mar falls into that less category too frequently to maintain a semblance of a friendship. And while Mar seems to realize this, Dave never sees his role in the distance.

“His head is tilted to the universe, but he looks more lonely than awed. Everyone else is smiling and pointing, and he’s just standing there, squinting, biting his upper lip.”

A good come of age novel should have an “aha” moment. A moment where the main characters realizes where he went wrong and attempts to fix it. Dave sort of has this moment at the end, a moment where he confronts his old best friend and tries to talk to Mar one last time. But it felt like very little, and far too late. And even then, I never got the sense that Dave really understood why Mar distanced himself from Dave.

This book is supposed to be about class and privilege. And while it’s clear to the reader that Dave is sort of spoiled and immature and very privileged, Dave himself never really seems to have his “aha” moment. He realizes he has made wrong choices in regards to his friendship with Mar, but it’s completely unclear by the end of the book whether he really understands how much easier his life is simply because of the color of his skin.

He feels a lot of resentment towards the other kids in his neighborhood because of the color of his skin, but he never seems to piece together that this resentment is because of his privilege not him. Maybe that realization is difficult for a sixth grader to comprehend, but since so much of this novel hinges on that dynamic, it’s hard to sympathize with a kid who feels picked on, and can identify racist behavior without understanding at least on some level that he lives a far different life than his peers. Especially when he visually sees the drastic differences in their living conditions and lives.

I’ve read books that I’ve enjoyed without liking the main character. But, this is a tough one, because he is the story. And I just didn’t like him. Maybe I was meant to sympathize with him feeling ostracized and confused about who he is. But he just didn’t come across as likable. He needed more redeeming moments and to become aware of his privilege far earlier in the novel.

Thank you to the First To Read program for sending an early copy to read and review.




Broken Branches – Review

“Family curses don’t exist.”

At the start, we are introduced to Ian Perkins. A man brought back to live in his childhood home with his wife and young son due to tragedy. And from the very beginning, we see that something is very wrong.

Rachel and Ian aren’t really speaking and seem to live two very different lives under the same roof.

“All the books offered exercises that they should do as a couple. And unfortunately for Ian, only one half of the couple was trying.”

Most of the book is written from Ian’s perspective. In his mind, solving the problem of the family curse is the solution to his marriage crisis. The one glimmer of hope in his life, is his son Harry, whom he showers with love and affection.

We weave our way through Ian’s current struggles with piecing together his families history, and the history of the family itself. The narration jumping back and forth with each chapter. The writing is seamless and the transitions feel natural, building up the mystery of the curse.

As with any good mystery, with each puzzle piece revealed, more questions arise, until we reach the end and see the result in it’s entirety.

For me, this book was more an exploration of grief and how our minds will work tirelessly to not just make sense of tragedy, but to also avoid the intense feelings associated with grief.

Tragedy follows the Perkins family through the generations. That much is obvious from very early on in the book. But many of the symptoms of a ‘curse’ remind me a lot of mental illness, at least the way they’re presented in this book.

Ian’s mother is the most notable example. His memories of her throughout his childhood show a very marked deterioration on her sense of reality. Again, is this due to the curse, or simply one woman’s attempt to make sense of the tragedy that takes place in her life?

And this is where reviewing this book is a little tricky. I’m not entirely sure if this book was meant to be strictly a horror novel, or if it was meant for something more. As a horror novel, I wasn’t floored by the suspense, and didn’t feel the shock and awe that I should have. The twists, as a horror novel, were predictable and anticlimactic.

On the other hand, if this is a novel meant to use the curse as a metaphor for mental illness, than it is very well executed. There are many, many fascinating ideas on how one event can change the course of our lives, even leading to delusions or more. In this case, the twists are an excellent way to showcase how one person’s perspective can become so powerful, that nothing can tear it away.

Regardless of the the intent, there is a lot of symbolism in the book to highlight how we use events in the past to make sense of our present. We attribute meaning to places and objects that perhaps give these things more power over us than they should.

Ian’s childhood was not very stable or happy. His life notably improved when he left the confines of the cottage and lived his own life. In fact, there are several other family members who experience the same thing. It is only when life forces them back to the cottage that life takes a turn for the worse. Not just for Ian, but for family in the past.

The question remains at the end, is the cottage cursed? For Ian, proving that there is a curse is a vindication of sorts. If there is a curse, he removes the blame and responsibility he feels for his role in the family’s many tragedies. It absolves him. The truth becomes less about if a curse exists, and more about why a curse needs to exist.

The haunting part for me is how we, as humans, can make our own realities. This book had a bit of a “Black Mirror” feel to it, for me, in this sense. I think it is in our nature to find a way to forgive ourselves, especially when our actions (or inactions) lead to tragedy.

Build on that the nature of grief. How it is all-encompassing. It can eat away at us and change who we are fundamentally as people. In the same way that Miss Havisham simply froze her entire existence to the moment her heart was broken, Ian throws himself relentlessly into the pursuit of his family’s history. The past becomes his reality. He rationalizes, justifies, makes excuses and flat out ignores everything that doesn’t fit in his narrative.

In that sense, this book is chilling, haunting and fascinating. This is a book that while easy to read, leaves you with questions. It’s perfect for a book club or reading group, in my opinion.

Thank you very much to Hideaway Falls for the opportunity to read and review this book!