A difficult book to rate for me. There's a great deal to love about Net of Jewels; I really enjoyed the writing and Rhoda's voice, and especially appreciated the conveyance on the South without the usual recourse to "you-all"s and so on; I don't think "drawl" appears once in the novel, thank God. Gilchrist manages to gives a portrait of Southern tropes and stereotypes (the gentlemanly, iron-willed father, the faded, helpless mother, the run-around bad-girl daughter) from within, as people seen by one another as opposed to by outsiders looking in.
But if you're looking for a story about a girl galvanized by an encounter with the Klan into involvement with the civil rights movements, you have come to the entirely wrong place. Instead, Net of Jewels is actually mostly about apathy - how ignorance leads us to shrug off the experiences of people unlike ourselves and how fear, self-doubt, and shame keep us shrugging even after we have brushed up against another reality. This isn't a book about someone seeing the truth and leaving her life behind; this is a book about someone seeing the truth and being afraid she's not a good enough person to leave her life behind. Rhoda admires the activists she meets for their personal power, their sureness, their inner resonance, not the work they do; her brush with the Klan leaves her spooked and sure she's touched real evil, but far from making her want to fight them, she mostly wants to hide.
In fact, for me, the book is really about something that's rarely written about: the people who, rather than seeing the light and standing up for justice, are frightened and ashamed and confused and don't know what to do, and let injustice carry on because their own lives have an inertia they feel helpless to fight against. Which, for my money, is hugely important to talk about. Rhoda is a spoiled, selfish, vain young woman by any account, but she'd also have a hard time being anything else after the way she's been raised; she's got a fierce mind she'd like to use but doesn't really know how, and her own self-obsession has been rigorously cultivated by her father to keep her from breaking free.
My basic uncertainty about the book is that I don't think Gilchrist gives enough of an insight into later-life Rhoda for us to really know, in the end, what to make of the Rhoda who occupies most of the book. There are a number of hints dropped about things that happen to her later on that are never explored, and who exactly she is as someone reflecting on her youth isn't clear enough for me to feel like I can fully grasp the story being told -- which I found very unsatisfying and somewhat weakly done.