So after I sort of metaphorically kicked Stiefvater's butt again with a negative review, I have to share another negative review with you. I've read some reviews where the question is asked, "Why did this stupid book get the National Book Award?" and to me the answer was easy.
If you look at the year it was published, the fact the setting is in California, and you take into account the racial tensions that occurred at many high schools there during that time period, the love people felt for this book makes absolute sense. What this book did at that time was unveil the mystery behind the contemporary impoverished Mexican family, and unlike that idiotic book House on Mango Street, Martinez does not mind showing you the ugly side of things at all.
Sandra Cisneros (who will never be praised for her amazing book Caramelo and only remembered for that terrible book House on Mango Street) liked to dress up the ugly side of being impoverished by using pretty sentences and never really being direct. It's all seen through a kid's eyes so Esperanza's perception of life can be questioned.
It's pretty hard questioning Manny's view on things. He's an older teen boy in high school. Manny may be very ignorant about some things, but for the most part he is an honest narrator. We as a country are more aware of the injustices that certain minority groups had to endure, then we were back in 1998. We didn't really talk about how dysfunctional families were, the resentment that impoverished Latinos had towards the white community, the discrimination Latinos experienced in all areas of their lives, the intolerance between the black and brown community, health care, educational inequality, joblessness, and the cycle of poverty.
Martinez was basically saying, "Oh, I'm gonna tell it like it is," and to those unaware of the world around them this book had to have been powerful back in 1998. He dared to touch on all those issues without necessarily preaching, but spotlighting on what a certain segment of society went through.
Each chapter is a vignette, much like Cisneros, hence the comparisons, but that's where it ends. Where the House on Mango Street is this 8 year old kids acid trip, Parrot in the Oven is about a boy trying to make sense of his life. Or so I thought until I reached the very end and was quite disappointed by the choices that Manny made. I blame Victor Martinez for Manny's stupid choice. When you find out why he gets clicked in to a gang, you're just disappointed in the entire story and what could have been a good story or even a good story to reference the cultural temperature back in the mid to late 90s becomes a weak story with a silly plot and it's a shame.
I'm positive those who read this for the first time between 1998-2001 got more out of the novel then someone today could. Some of the issues are still present today within the Latino community, but the difference now is that I think America is more aware of what is happening to his or her neighbor today than they were 20+ years ago. Which is why I think people praised this book so much. It was an eye opening experience. (Not to mention a Latino writer receiving such a huge award for a book is a big deal, especially considering the racial tension back then. Hello, L.A. riots.)
I have my qualms about this book, especially the ending, which I just inherently disliked, but as a book framing a certain segment of history it did well. It's not necessarily a fictional book I'd recommend, but one I'd want people to read if they're only experience with Latino Fiction is House on Mango Street.