Truth be told, I didn't understand the Rita Williams-Garcia hype before reading P.S. Be Eleven. I'd read a couple of her books, notably 2011 Newbery Honoree One Crazy Summer, but wasn't convinced she belonged in the discussion with the top children's authors of her day. Her writing was never dull, chapter after chapter of engaging prose that hit the ear with the faint ring of poetry, but I wasn't sure it meshed as a cohesive piece of art with a worthwhile central message. After P.S. Be Eleven, I won't doubt Rita Williams-Garcia again. This story has potent emotional resonance, offering a distinct taste of the era in which it's set and wisdom that won't become outdated no matter how many generations come and go on this earth. Rita Williams-Garcia seems to be at the height of her powers, and it's a wonder to behold. I can hardly wait to re-immerse myself for the third Gaither Sisters book, Gone Crazy in Alabama.
"Words do more, mean more, than how they are defined. I see things visible, invisible, ordinary, and extraordinary in the world."
—P.S. Be Eleven, P. 108
Returning home to Brooklyn from spending summer visiting their mother (Cecile) in California is a big drop-off for Delphine, Vonetta, and Fern. Their paternal grandmother (Big Mama) is strict as ever, quick to remind the girls that she won't give them free rein as Cecile did in Oakland. Eleven-year-old Delphine and her younger sisters are used to Big Mama's disciplinarian ways, but they aren't prepared for their father's new clean-cut appearance and jovial demeanor. Papa has a girlfriend, one he's real serious about. She makes him happy, but Delphine doesn't know how she feels about a mother figure maybe joining the family. Would Cecile approve of her ex-husband running around with another woman? Desiring to maintain a relationship with their mother, Delphine, Vonetta, and Fern write letters to her, and Delphine uses the opportunity to apprise their mother of Papa's dating situation. Free spirit though Cecile is, she corresponds with her daughters throughout P.S. Be Eleven.
Changes come fast to the Gaithers' small home on Herkimer Street. Uncle Darnell returns from military duty in Vietnam, but suffers severe night terrors his first night back. Only Papa and Big Mama can calm him. Still a teenager, the war veteran shows flashes of his old teasing self, the uncle that Delphine and her sisters adored, but for the most part he's physically and emotionally distant, setting up camp on the couch and not wanting to budge from the house to establish a post-combat life for himself. Uncle Darnell has problems that could mess up his future quick if he doesn't get straightened out. Attempting to be the firm guiding hand Darnell needs, Papa insists he get a job or vacate the house, but that only causes friction between Papa and Big Mama. Her younger son is sick in places a physician can't reach, and she's not about to let him be thrown out on the streets. A devastating confrontation brews between the two stubborn personalities, one that could permanently split the family if Darnell doesn't pull himself together.
"Once you give an ultimatum, you have to mean it. You can't pull back. Sometimes your 'or else' is all the power you have and you can't be afraid to do what you threaten to do."
—P.S. Be Eleven, P. 187
This school year Delphine was supposed to have the nicest female teacher on staff, but on the first day she finds a small man with a thick African accent at the head of her class. Mr. Mwiba, a native Zambian, is on a teacher exchange program to the U.S., and will lead Delphine's class this year. Mr. Mwiba captures the room's attention with a mix of no-nonsense discipline, rigid decorum, and uncompromising love of learning, refusing to let students settle for less than their best. Delphine and her sixth-grade peers are the oldest kids in the school, and it's time they set an example. Mr. Mwiba and Delphine's father take education seriously, but there's time for fun, too. Delphine sticks close to her friends and learns to tolerate Danny the K and Ellis Carter, a pair of boys who turn up everywhere Delphine goes even though she finds them annoying and they feel the same about her. There's a Valentine's Day school dance coming up, though Delphine doesn't much want to attend. She's the tallest girl in the school by far, taller than every boy but Ellis, and why on earth would she want to hit the dance floor with him? Things change at home and school by the time February rolls around, shifting Delphine's perspective on the dreaded dance, and by February 14 she's ready for a night that could be kind of special. If only she can find the right company to spend it with.
The Jackson Five emerge as a musical sensation that wows every girl in Brooklyn and beyond, and the Gaither sisters aren't immune to their charm. Most everyone is gaga over the littlest brother, lead vocalist Michael, but Delphine and her siblings are divided over which Jackson they're partial to. Delphine prefers Jackie, the tall boy with the tenor voice. When the announcement comes that the Jacksons are booked for a concert at Madison Square Garden, the sisters are ecstatic. They have to find a way to be there. Grumbling about spending money to watch "teenage hoodlums" on stage, Papa agrees to put up half the cash for tickets if Delphine, Vonetta, and Fern earn the rest. That's months of saving their allowance and birthday money with minimal extraneous spending, but it's worth it to stand in that building with thousands of crazy fans and cheer on the Jackson Five. Delphine isn't sure Vonetta is up to being the treasurer for all three girls' savings, but Papa's girlfriend urges Delphine to let her try. She won't learn responsibility unless someone trusts her.
These story threads interweave and tangle in ways we don't anticipate any more than Delphine does, and the heat rises as winter temperatures drop. Our passionate opinions often result in arguing, which can lead to shouting, and there's no shortage of that in the Gaither household these days. Wave after wave of trouble hits, putting everyone on the defensive about how they conduct themselves. Contention escalates between Big Mama and Papa's girlfriend, who asserts herself in family affairs as her role increases. Papa isn't always keen on that, decisively putting his girlfriend back in her place if he perceives that she's strayed out of bounds, and her temper ignites when she thinks she's been disrespected. Certain rights come with entry into a family, and it's wrong for Papa to try and revoke them whenever his girl disagrees with him on an important issue. Darnell's problems worsen, spreading like poison to every member of the family, and most everything goes south after that. The Gaithers are in danger of irreparable harm being done to their cohesive unit, and Delphine and her sisters can only watch as the wheels come off. What's to prevent Papa from deserting his daughters as Cecile did, walking out one day and never returning? What if Big Mama leaves? Does love grow cold and die like a warm, sweet baby left out on a stoop in a winter storm? Delphine vents her frustration and fear to her mother by letter, and Cecile faithfully responds. Her answers may be poetic and enigmatic, sometimes beyond Delphine's grasp, but at least her mother's there with a word of wisdom when needed amidst this howling family storm that won't stop cycling back around. All of Big Mama's fervent prayer won't stop the ship from cracking apart as they try to stand on its crumbling deck. Can the Gaithers survive the impact of one trauma after another like monstrous hurricanes?
"Was it all right to stop loving someone you're supposed to always love?"
—P.S. Be Eleven, P. 188
It takes an excellent storyteller to get a reader's hackles raised, and Rita Williams-Garcia accomplishes that in spades in P.S. Be Eleven. There is some seriously rough going in these two hundred seventy-two pages, but it feels authentic even when parents and other authority figures treat the kids under their care very unfairly. That's how adults in charge tend to act under pressure, as if they automatically know best and objections from kids are by nature frivolous and not worth listening to. Kids have no recourse but to swallow the injustice with barely a peep of dissent. Fair-minded people who read P.S. Be Eleven will come away with the conclusion that being a kid is a tough business because every area of your life is subject to adults who can change it on a whim. The story's wisdom is as clear and beautiful as its high-pressure drama is upsetting, and Cecile is a wonderful source of it. Her most remarkable insight is her caution against Delphine reading Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart when she's too young, before she has the life experience to mine the book's riches. "It is a bad thing to bite into hard fruit with little teeth. You will say bad things about the fruit when the problem is your teeth." That is...magnificent. If we aren't ready for it, the greatest writing will be rubbish to us. We'll gripe about weird taste or texture, say it's impossible to gnaw through the leathery exterior to anything sweet inside. We'll declare it bad fruit, when the problem lies with us. Clever individuals can make the case that anything is no good, cherry-picking reasons to support their claim while ignoring contrary evidence, but that's merely exercise in debate technique. We're still wrong about the thing we defame even if we sway others to our side. However many other books I read and love, I'll never forget Cecile's words here.
Bittersweet at best are the fruits of strife and discord among family and intimate friends, and that's the flavor of P.S. Be Eleven's final moments as Delphine reflects on the losses that haunt her family. The lyrics to the Jackson Five song "Who's Loving You" feel different as she sings them now, and sound different coming from Vonetta and Fern. They've felt the sting of melancholy behind the words as few girls their age have. "What did little Michael Jackson know about love and loneliness? With all his brothers surrounding his voice with theirs, what did he know about losing all the people he loved one by one?...What did Michael Jackson know about life without the ones you loved the most, when each of them moved farther and farther away until they were voices you heard and pictures that flashed before you? Vonetta knew. Fern knew. I knew. There wasn't a day that went by that we didn't wonder about everyone who had flashed before us. There wasn't a day that went by that we didn't close our eyes and go on wishing." Layer upon layer of pain can't smother the spark of hope, which keeps trying after all reasonable expectation of completing the circuit is dead. Because sometimes miracles happen, and what if we're not prepared for it? In Big Mama's words, "Every good-bye ain't gone." Our halcyon days do return every now and then even if it seems impossible. You just have to be there waiting when fortune decides to favor you with its pretty smile again.
I have much regard for the Newbery awards, but I believe the committee got it backwards here. P.S. Be Eleven was the Gaither Sisters novel that deserved a Newbery Honor, not One Crazy Summer. The historical, social, and personal narratives are nearly flawless, and the author respects the intelligence of her young readers by not connecting every last dot. Letting us do that ourselves encourages deeper thought about what we're reading. Books like P.S. Be Eleven are a big part of why I read, muddling through stacks of average literature to find precious gems. A sensitive reader's worldview is sure to be enlarged by taking the dive into this story. The hype for Rita Williams-Garcia and P.S. Be Eleven is justified, people. I trust you'll find it an illuminating experience.