"How do you lose a child to gun violence and expect to return to a normal way of life?"
That is the question that runs through this novel, and, as you can imagine, there's no good answer to it. The Removed follows the Echota family, fifteen years after the devastating death of their son, Ray-Ray, who is shot by a white police officer for no good reason. Justice is never done, and they are forced to carry on in their new reality. Maria, his mother, probably finds the best way to cope, but she is understandably depressed. Sonja, his sister, is sexually reckless. Edgar, his brother, is addicted to meth. The father, Ernest, is only part there, suffering from advancing Alzheimer's.
While the book was compelling enough to keep me reading, and written in such a way that you can advance quickly, I found it didn't quite work for me on several levels.
The first is the structure - each chapter shifts point of view between Maria, Edgar, Sonja, and their Cherokee ancestor Tsala. This is a tricky style, and I think it only works if the writer can create a distinct voice for each character, which I don't think he did here.
Next, the character arcs. Maria is by far the most authentic of all the characters, and she is the grounding force of the novel. The stories of Edgar and Sonja, unfortunately, were less successful. I spent much of my time scratching my head about Sonja's motivation. When it is finally revealed, I was relieved that there WAS something behind her strange behaviour, but it didn't feel resolved or make a lot of sense. Edgar's section was even more confounding to me - I wondered if the whole thing was a meth trip, until some really wonderful reading friends I know explained that his section was an enactment of a Cherokee myth called "The Darkening Land". I really appreciated knowing that, and it changed the way I saw Edgar's story.
Which brings me to my next point. The book is rich in Cherokee culture and history. It has, for its foundation, the atrocious historical event of "The Trail of Tears". This event continues to affect the Cherokee people generations later, and is inherent to this narrative. It was eye opening for me to inform and remind myself about this time in history.
However, because of my background and the fact that I am ignorant when it comes to Cherokee mythology, I am certain I missed out on much of this book's richness, the symbolism, the meanings, the intentions. One astute reader I was fortunate to discuss with likened this reading experience to one of translated fiction, in which the writer's original audience is from a different culture, and thus those reading in English are at a bit of a loss.
The difference here is that the writer's audience is North American, and so I can't help but wish Hobson had made the Cherokee meanings and intentions a little more accessible for his readers. I'm lucky I discussed the book with some wonderful people who were willing to listen to author interviews and do extra research. If you read the book on its own, though, as I did, you may likely feel at arm's length, and plagued with half-understandings.
I should mention that I'm willing to do extra research when I'm confused about an aspect of a book I'm reading. For example, I looked up the Thirty Years' War when reading Tyll somewhat recently. But the problem arises when a reader doesn't even know what they don't know. I didn't even consider that Edgar's disorienting sections might be a Cherokee myth, so was just confused, ready to write my review saying that the book didn't make much sense.
The writing itself is plain. "Serviceable" comes to mind, for me. Sometimes it felt quite uneven, with one section repeating the word fowl dozens of times. (That was foul.)
The feeling I had at the end was that it felt unfinished, in a way. Something that could have been much more powerful and inviting but which instead was diluted by my own confusion and quite a few story lines/situations.
All that said (and I know I've said a lot), there is a genuineness to this story that is unmistakeable. The fractures that take place after a child is violently taken - he captures that. The question of forgiveness or healing after such loss - he looks that one right in the eye. And the every day, continued relevance and connection with native ancestors and traditions is truly beautiful.
A haunting and imperfect exploration.