Not much of a review here. More of a celebration with a dash of self-critique: I'm finally done! This might be the book it took me the longest to read ever. I even posted this on March 1 (almost three months ago):
I really can't get into this book. The first section was such a slog, in part because it is more cluttered and devoid of the seamlessness of Parting the Waters. Or maybe it is a retread? Part 2 hasn't been going very well either, and it's not holding my interest. I'm surprised, considering how much I loved Parting the Waters, one of my favorite all-time books. Not quite sure why my stomach drops before I pick this up. Anyway it's been since January 21st and I'm probably 1/3 of the way through. It's going to take some time, and I divert time - clearly - to other books in the interim. I hear things pick up at At Canaan's Edge, so I'm going to do my best to plow through it. But man, it's a hard, and it's such a shame that, well, it's hard.
After that I took another break around Chapter 20 - "Mary Peabody Meets the Klan," and then another at the beginning of Part Three. I have plowed through it since taking a vacation over Memorial Day weekend.
I do not know why - for the first 400 pages - this was such a slog for me. A four-month slog. I loved the first one. Why did the second sometimes feel so unpleasant and frustrating to pick up? Here are some theories: the small, episodic chapters; the lack of critical analysis for the sake of full-throttle summary and exposition; the sometimes unclear phrasing and unclear modifiers of who did what to whom; general incoherence; shoddy editing; oscillating rapidly back and forth between places; run-ons; lower stakes...I don't know. But at some point I gave up trying to parse out all the different yarns and awkward pacing and convoluted writing and just pushed forward for the sake of just completing the thing. Up until about page 400, this book is all over the place. Sometimes I had to let the organizational hodgepodge wash over me like a warm bowl of alphabet soup.
But why? What is the X factor, considering I loved Parting the Waters so much. I could not put that book down. This one I was more than happy to put down, take a break, step away from it until eventually drudging my way through it out of obligation. I wish I could find a more legitimate critical analysis here, and I wish I could articulate it. But I'm having trouble seeing through my own guilt: Did I not show up? Is it all my fault? Am I just too stupid for this book? But all I know is I'd be reading (and re-reading) for thirty minutes to see I'd barely made a dent in one chapter. No other book gave me this sinking, wrenching feeling of endlessness quite like this one. Parting the Waters never made me think "Wait...what?" Or "Come again?" And after a diligent hour of reading I'd still have 500 pages to go. To paraphrase Lewis Black, it was like flying to New Zealand trying to read this thing. Fifteen hours in, and there's still eight hours to go. Parting the Waters is 300 pages longer and has a narrative magic to it that is simply unparalleled.
But once you get to the Malcolm X assassination plot and the Democratic Convention, things really take off from there. While the first 2/3rds of the book were a slog, I read the last 1/3 or so in a week and a half. From there on out until the close of the book, things are pretty spectacular. Bob Moses's story arc gets rather heartbreaking. The moment that SNCC coordinator James Bevel actually commits an act of violence against his wife is similarly staggering. The material on Elijah Muhammad is eye-opening. The book starts to coalesce quite nicely, and it casts a rosier light on the previous 2/3 of the book.
I can't figure out why my reaction to this one was so markedly different from my wall-to-wall admiration of the first in the series. I didn't want that to be the case. But - whether it was me or Branch, or a combination of both - I don't know. This one felt rushed and slipshod early on: the writing definitely wasn't as clear, and it bounced back and forth and re-treaded some things. But when it kicks off, it reaches the same heights.
So while I do recall the difficulty of its beginning, I also look back on it fondly as an accomplishment, and ultimately a pretty exhilarating marathon run. I learned a lot, and really, it was glad to be back in the world Branch created, even if it was more opaque and a bit more frustrating this time around. Even though it's got more balls in the air compared to the first book, there's still plenty of greatness to salvage here. And Branch's installment ends up looking good in retrospect. What else can you ask for?