SMALL WORLDS was one of my most anticipated reads of 2023. I loved Nelson’s debut OPEN WATER, a book that spoke to me and struck a nerve during a particularly calamitous cultural moment for Black men. I was deeply shaken, but also enamored with the lyrical writing style, the right balance of romantic and frank. So, I went all in with his new one, hoping for that familiar rush.
And, well, I liked it, I guess, but I wasn’t in love. Nelson did showcase more of his potent nature, but there was also disappointing filler. So, you can say I am in two worlds when it comes to this one.
Stephen, our narrator, has just graduated high-school. He lives with his religious parents and his carefree older brother. He’s in love with his best friend Adeline “Del,” taking his time to make a move. Both are aspiring jazz musicians, who spend their days listening to various genres of Black music (someone compiled a kickass Spotify playlist of every music reference made in the book). For the duration of the novel, we follow Stephen’s somewhat-aimless journey to adulthood. And through that, we also learn about his roots, which includes his parents’ journey and social struggle from Ghana to England.
Now here’s the thing, this book did not cohesively come together for me. In a nutshell, there are two main plots: 1) Stephen’s romance with Del 2) Stephen’s relationship to his parents and their immigrant story. The sad thing is that one story is more successful (and interesting) than the other. And the writing for these two was like night and day.
I’ll be blunt: The romance story was mostly a dud. I’ve never come across this feeling when it comes to a litfic book before, but it felt like Stephen and Del had no chemistry. Whereas everything related to Stephen’s parents was written with eloquent and vivid imagery, all the stuff with Del felt flatter than a pancake left out in the sun. Perhaps this jittery writing was Nelson’s attempt at trying to convey the lyricism of falling in love, but where he was going for stimulating, I got stilted instead. I’m not being a hater on romance; there’s an interlude where Stephen starts dating another woman, and those sections were written with such vigor and aching, therefore the lackluster effect really has something to do with Stephen and Del’s romance. I just didn’t care and the writing dipped, coming off as generic or straight-up phony, like Nelson wasn’t all that invested himself.
However, the sections with Stephen’s parents and family were on point at all times. Whether it’s the fraught relationship between Stephen and his father; the dynamics and backstory of his parents; the strong bond between he and his brother; Stephen’s connection to his parents’ homeland of Ghana; or Stephen’s building alienation with his London community. The writing shone. Elegant, blistering, deeply thought-provoking sentences and observations. A supersized chapter that chronicles his parents’ backstory was definitely the highlight for me.
I heard that Nelson wrote this novel in the space of three months. And while that’s super-impressive, it might also prove that it needed more work.
To put it plainly, I wish Nelson trimmed the fat. The romance with Del should’ve either been relegated to the background or erased entirely. I’m convinced that all of the Del’s sections were written at a particular period of time, and the family sections were written at another. He should’ve stuck to parents one. The fact that the second half of the novel is focused more on Stephen’s parents and their impact on his life is what saved the novel in the end. Plus I did enjoy the repetitive nature of the text, which gave the novel a musical song structure feel, like he kept looping us back to the chorus. That was really effective in lulling me into a rhythm. This can also tie into the book’s title: The world being infinitely small that characters and their actions begin to mirror one another. History has a way of repeating itself.
So, once again, I’ll say I liked it, but that doesn’t stop me from asking from time to time: Oh, what could’ve been?