With a wonderful premise and an unapologetically confident voice, this is a strong debut novel. I really appreciate the commitment to the central conceit, that a number of dead folk have returned, and that is just presented without any critical analysis or commentary, as the best of speculative fiction does. This is a novel about freedom, not just understanding the cost of freedom and living in a commitment to it, but also to really understanding just what freedom is, which starts with personal autonomy but doesn’t end there. In the process it drags the contemporary education system for filth and spotlights some critical and important parts of American history that aren’t as widely known as they should be. All of this is fun and presented as personal story, which made it easy to fall into. With that said, the novel does have a lot more telling than showing. I felt connected to the central character but only as we observe things happening to him and navigating as he narrates his woes to himself, it doesn’t feel like we are on the journey with him.
Once we are introduced to the world then there are not any particular surprises in the story. Even the plotting, having a second section which jumps back in time a decade to give us the main character’s tragic history which has been under the surface for the first part, was expected. However it is a good structure, the plotting moves quickly and doesn’t overstay its welcome. There is something, more than a decade after Hamilton premiered, that is a little cringey about historical-based hip-hop… that goes for the lyrics in the story and, for as well produced as they are, the two songs Bob the Drag Queen recorded and released as part of this novel’s promotion (included with the audiobook, or available elsewhere online). But the whole novel feels so committed to authenticity that the cringe didn’t get in the way of the story. The writing felt a little mechanical at times, as I said more expository than emotional, but it mostly felt polishes and inviting. The story is a little thin, but what it does do is locate us as products of our histories, which is important. It isn’t comparing sufferings or saying that the obstacles we may be experience in contemporary life are equal to being enslaved (though it does feel close to making that comparison, at times), but instead is identifying that it is a combination of external and internal factors that get in the ways of our freedoms, and while the external factors may certainly vary in severity we always have the capacity for liberatory thought and action, the space to refuse the internal shackles we have locked around our own limbs. That internal freedom may not solve the external conflicts but it offers something profound and revolutionary, a prerequisite for any real freedom.