This evocative and emotionally challenging novel is just under 240 pages in length. It is so deep, so taut and wonderfully woven with a small cast of colourful yet flawed characters. It really is a triumph.
The author opens with a prologue that is shocking and delivers a massive emotional punch, she then goes back a year and the novel is told over the following twelve months.
A housing estate in South London, populated by ordinary working class people, an area of social deprivation, but with grassy parks and trees and wild foxes.
Earl lives on the floor above the three lead female characters; Livia, Mickey and Sunny. He spends most of his day attending to his vast array of house plants, taken from cuttings from the gardens of people that he works for. Earl is surrounded by photographs of his late mother Bibby, a woman whose words have echoed through his life forever. He observes the women in the flat below, he hears them, he sees their regular comings and goings, and he reaches out to the 'Child', Sunny.
Livia, Mickey and Sunny are three generations of the same family, yet do not know each other at all. Mickey feels that Livia failed as a mother, and this was the last place that she wanted to end up. However, her father Jimmy has died and the man she was living with was handy with his fists, Livia's flat was the last resort for her and her daughter Sunny.
This author is so skilled at portraying the issues of inequality, family trauma and race for mixed-race women in London. All three of these women have to deal with the problems of poor and unsafe housing, domestic violence and health inequalities. Yet she does this in a very down to earth fashion, there's no sentimentality here, just plain hard facts. Both Livia and Mickey have made many rash and bad decisions in their lives, and the effects on young Sunny are glaringly obvious as she struggles through her school life, with an often uncontrollable temper and an urge to know everything that is happening, Sunny's life seems to be one long round of punishment.
This is a story that can be incredibly bleak, especially as Mickey makes mistake after mistake. The cigarettes, the booze, the badly chosen sexual partners, these keep on happening, time after time. As Sunny gets a little older, she begins to question the relationships within her own family, and then seeks solace in others outside the family, but like Mickey, she doesn't always make the best choices. It is what happens within one of these 'friendships' that ultimately becomes the downfall of this family.
Blunt, raw, astute and gripping, this is a magnificent look at parenting relationships, in their many forms. Often very tender, it is also so very brutal at times. Beautifully written, with prose to savour. Highly recommended.