In order to fully give my thoughts on this book, I am going to have to write about major plot points, so a warning... spoilers are ahead!
I was really interested in reading this book. I have read two of Johnson’s previous works and found her to be a young writer who has never blown my socks off, but shows some promise–“Racing the Dark” was truly an interesting book, and “Moonshine” which was okay but didn’t stand out from the crowd – and I was interested in seeing how she used the theme of the sacrificial king/ sacrificial agricultural god/ dying-reviving god. Sadly, I was pretty disappointed in the result.
I will say that part of my dislike of the book is something that will probably not be an issue for others. I just finished my MFA in visual arts, and the main character of “The Summer Prince” is an artist, and the first 180 pages or so focus heavily on June, the main character, making art. This wouldn’t be so bad, except while Johnson seems like she admires art, she obviously knows very little about it and has never done it. In one scene June masturbates thinking about her work. I don’t have any issues with a female teenager masturbating in a book, but the idea of an artist masturbating thinking about their work? It’s just ludicrous. Thinking of my work includes things like, “I need to stretch paper tomorrow,” “I need to get the charcoal out of the carpet, hopefully I don’t have to get a steam cleaner again,” “How much transparency did I put in that color?” “This lithography stone better not scratch because I really don’t want to spend another two hours graining it,” etc. etc. Artwork is work, and thinking about it isn’t sexy.
Another issue with the art: June is seventeen years old, and most seventeen year olds are still trying to work out basic things like proportions and are working at trying to develop skills in one or two areas, and they may be starting to find “their style.” They really are not making amazing, life changing, art. The amazing art pieces June is supposed to be making were not impressive either. Her stencils sounded like want-to-be-Banksy (of which there are already thousands of in today’s work), her light tree was okay but Johnson was terribly fuzzy on how they worked and were installed (a gel let her embed lights *into* her skin and she was fine right after it?) and with the island piece all I could think of were videos of houses on the internet whose Christmas lights were synchronized to hard-rock. All the works made are propaganda, and Johnson misidentifies propaganda as High Art. Propaganda is not “High Art.” In fact, it is one of the most shallow forms of art out there. Propaganda is meant to make people feel a specific thing, it doesn’t leave room for interpretation and it doesn’t expand a viewer’s mind.
Johnson also does exactly what my professors told me never to do when describing my work to people–tell them how they feel about the work. With these projects Johnson would tell the reader how amazing/wild/intense, etc. they were, and give sentences describing how everyone in the city runs to the window amazed at June’s art! Unfortunately, I’d rather be amazed at Johnson’s interesting ideas than be told how amazing they are. Telling the reader without convincing them is an overall issue that I have with this book and will be talked again later.
I’m sure Johnson would roll her eyes at overly dramatic or idealized portrayals of writers, and I feel the same about visual art in her work. These are things that are an issue for me, but may not be for others.
The book has a lot of issues outside of how visual art is portrayed, however. The book started off very slowly for me. I didn’t get any sort of excitement about the book until about page 180. In a book that is 280 pages long, that is too little too late (not to mention that around page 230 it lost my interest again). There was even a time when after reading the book, I chose to pick up something else for a while, and I normally don’t do that.
Part of what made the book hard to get into was that June was terribly annoying. June is perhaps a more realistic teenager than is often portrayed in novels, but those qualities that made her a realistic teenager– self-centeredness, self-grandizing, inability to see other points of view, etc– also make her a rather annoying character to have to follow for 289 pages. I don’t have to love a main character to like a book, but having one who is as off-putting as June doesn’t endear me to the work.
Character issues are an overall problem in this book. I felt almost no connection with any of the characters in the work because they often felt too vague to get an idea of, June is an artist, Enki loves everything and wants to die, Gil is good-looking and a good dancer, Gil’s mother is a good seamstress, June’s mother isn’t happy, the Queen and the Aunties are manipulative. So many of them feel like first-draft sketches of characters that need to have more revision to fill out into more than one-dimensional figures. I don’t need to be told anything about them, but I need more meat than I was given. (The characters will sometimes suddenly change too, as for no apparent reason June goes from hating to liking her Auntie Yaha). The secondary characters were the ones that I did find the most interesting (and often sympathetic) in the book, but being secondary, none of them are around much, including Gil who really should be a main character, but gets reduced to being pulled out and then quickly forgotten about.
The relationships between the characters are mostly problematic too. In “Summer Prince,” Johnson’s relationship strength is in family relationships. I felt the most convinced with the dynamics between June, her mother, her step-mother, and her dead father. These rung the most true to me. On the other hand, I wasn’t convinced at all by the romantic relationships. Johnson has created, to some degree, an actual triangle rather than a spokes, however, this triangle is terribly flimsy. The reader is told that Enki loves Gil, but nothing in his actions show it, as he’d often run off to spend time with June and by the end seemed to care more about her than Gil, leaving me skeptical on how true any of the relationships were.
The end of the book was a problem for me too. While I give Johnson props for actually killing Enki, the end was all too convenient for June. A cloth with a technology that has never been mentioned before in the book suddenly appears to make June Queen (all throughout the book I was dreading the idea that June would become Queen– and of course she does), and June finds a record that will make her able to stop the killing of all the future Kings. I’d take Chekov’s gun over a deus-ex-machina any day, and so having all these things seem to come suddenly out of the blue seems far too opportune for June.
The writing itself was somewhat of an issue for me too. Like with the writing about art, Johnson told me a lot of things throughout the work, but never made me feel them. Her action scenes are also somewhat sketchy (an issue I’ve run into in some of her other work too), and the reader could make a drinking game out of the words “love” and “art” but they’d be dead before they got to the end.
There are other issues that I could write about with this book, but I think that is enough. Overall, I was unconvinced by the book, and felt like it needed a lot more filling out.