I was provided an early copy of this book for review from NetGalley.
I chose this book because “eat the rich” has been a mantra by which I, personally, have been living for years. The concept of a young Haitian-American woman literally eating the rich in a reclamation of power seemed to me to be a satirical and powerful way to comment on income inequality and racial hierarchy.
Unfortunately, I don’t think that is the book I ultimately read. To start, I could not figure out how seriously this novel wanted me to take it. At times, I believed I was meant to see this story as a light-hearted take on some serious topics, something evidenced by the lack of a real plot and certainly any character development. This book was mostly comprised of ideas and events than any real narrative structure, relying on the reader’s own desire to “eat the rich” to keep them engaged instead of a compelling story. If the book had been funnier, more ridiculous, more in-your-face, I actually think this could have worked.
But then there were times that I thought the book actually wanted me to take it seriously. These times were largely the Greek chorus interludes, in which Brielle’s sisters in Haiti provided some heartbreaking and important context for their mother and the circumstances that led to her move to the United States. These sections also contained the strongest writing, which was poetic and lyrical, unlike the rest of the novel, where the writing was not bad, but certainly nothing that caught my attention or wowed me. During the times when the reader was being told a story of love and possession and defiance and difficult choices, I found myself questioning the rest of the novel; why is this the story of Brielle, who, throughout the course of this novel makes very few choices and mostly just reacts to events that happen around her, instead of her mother, whose past is agonizing and shocking and torturously difficult to imagine oneself in? In these “flashbacks,” so to speak, Brielle’s mother is a woman of agency and nerve and fortitude, and I feel that in the “present” of the narrative, she’s largely reduced to a burden that Brielle must navigate around and account for.
Because of these odd tonal differences, I found that I couldn’t not take the story seriously, which had the unfortunately effect of my actually thinking about the plot. Or, where a plot should have been, had one been included. As I said before, Brielle, ostensibly the main character of the story, largely does nothing from beginning to end. The only real choice she makes, an on-a-whim decision right at the beginning to donate millions of dollars of someone else’s money when she has the opportunity to do so and the belief that she will not get caught, leads to a cascade of events that sometimes don’t make sense but that give her little opportunity to actually do anything. I think that, were she a real person, Brielle would have quite a lot of agency - after all, she’s not even a legal adult and she has a successful private catering business in Miami - but as a protagonist in a narrative, she doesn’t do much over the course of this book. Things happen, and she goes along with them, seemingly biding her time until…something. I’m still not sure what.
In general, the characters seem as superficial and lifeless as the plot. No one feels real, complex, or deep, and I would be hard-pressed to identify a character I believe grew or changed over the course of this story. Certainly I would not go so far as to call any of the characters likable, though I don’t believe that a character needs to be likable to be valuable to a story. It seemed that the characters largely existed in two camps in this book: “good” people who supported Brielle and didn’t say shitty, racist things out of pocket, and “bad” people who…were the opposite. There was very little nuance or room for complicated relationships or motives, which made every character read as flat.
I’m honestly not sure how I’m supposed to feel about Brielle’s romantic relationship with Preston. There are a number of reasons for this, but the biggest one is that I don’t understand how Brielle’s zonbi powers work (and, I suspect, neither do the authors, as the fact that Brielle is a zonbi is so absent from much of this book as to be a non-factor altogether). From what I could interpret, by the end of the novel, Brielle has…charmed? Preston into marrying her? At seventeen? So she can be come a part of the ultra-elite that she has spent the rest of the novel claiming she hates? Is this not the very definition of girl-bossing too close to the sun? But it’s okay, because Preston only got close to her because he wanted to know if she knew that he was the one who killed his great-grandfather? I think? To be honest, the romance felt very shoe-horned in, and yet I think the novel would completely fall apart without it, because so much of the time spent in this story is spent with the two of them and their rather ridiculous romance.
At the end of the day, I don’t think this novel set out to accomplish what it wanted to - although I cannot guess what it is that it wanted to accomplish. I hate to be let down by this book, because I did really have high hopes for it. I just wish it had delivered on any of the promises made in its summary; now that was a book I would have loved to have read.