Child of Light

by Jesi Bender

Thirteen-year-old Ambrétte Memenon has lived her entire life estranged from her family. After a series of financial failures, they reunite in rural upstate NY in the Spring of 1896. Together in the new house but basically strangers, Ambrétte endeavors to connect to her parents through their interests: Spiritualism for her Maman and electricity for her Papa.

In her pursuit, Ambrétte is drawn into a deep abyss of the unknown as she learns more about both death and the invisible pulse of the human spirit.

355 pages, Paperback

Published August 12, 2025

Reviews

[Thomas Kendall · Rating 5 out of 5]

Organised around three central questions (What is a man? What is Soul? What is Spirit?) which function as a kind of strata which the text digs through and upturns in search of the unanswerable, this beautifully wrought historical novel never wavers in the face of maddenning uncertainty.

This is a novel about what animates us and the impossibility of experiencing a cause unchained from its effect. At various times I felt this could serve as an allegory for Art, how a sentence can flow with an energy which seems impossible, but Bender's concerns are broader.
How do we invest power and how do we channel it? It is only the figure of Ambriette in the novel who seems to care to become a medium, to establish a restorative connection, while the rest of her family, this broken circuit, each try to capture and trap energy.

Beautiful, suprising and tragic.

[Emily Lorié · Rating 5 out of 5]

Child of Light is a brilliantly penned experimental historical story of a young teenage girl named Ambrétte who’s been dealt a dark life. She has a spiritual gift she’s relentlessly pursuing while simultaneously building a friendship with her Maman (mother).

Her father is focused on his work, and communication is difficult as he speaks French and she speaks English. Her ticket to communication there is through curt instruction offered by her older brother. He is mean and demanding to no end, which, in my view, confuses and hurts Ambrétte in ways she can’t explain.

As she walks this bewildering path called “life,” she forms friendships, discovers secrets, and acquires knowledge both sought out and unwittingly realized.

My heart was pulled to and fro as Ambrétte made new discoveries and experienced thrilling and soul-crushing circumstances. The writing was exquisite, including passages in French (translated into English). The author’s unique approach to storytelling provided an enriching adventure overall.

Child of Light is set to release in August of 2025. Many thanks to Lori Hettler for once again bringing a soul-quenching story to the forefront of my mind.

[Lori]

Thrilled to be working with Jesi on this one to help promote it in advance of the release date. If you are interested in reviewing it, interviewing the author, or other creative coverage, please message me!

[Dave Fitzgerald · Rating 5 out of 5]

“All happy families are alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”

It’s probably safe to presume that anyone reading this site with any regularity knows this line by heart. As the first of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, it sits comfortably close to the top of the ranks for most famous first lines in all of literature, and also contains within its precise fourteen words such a timeless pith as to render it endlessly unpackable and applicable to most any family, real or fictitious, happy (if such a thing even exists) or un-, to this day. It’s a line with the weight of prophecy, if not outright scripture. The kind of truism so true we now take it for granted. But I found it returning to mind again and again as I fell in with the Memenons—the extraordinarily unhappy-in-its-own-way family at the center of Jesi Bender’s powerful new novel Child of Light.

Set in Utica, New York, around the turn of the 20th century, Child of Light is relayed to us through the downcast, but observant eyes of Ambrette, a 13-year-old girl whose failed electrical engineer Papa is haunted by science, and whose unfulfilled artist Maman believes she can commune with ghosts. Though the corrosive couple barely speak to one another, lost in their separate vortices of consumptive regret, they remain tethered by the concept of energy, and the myriad meanings, both physical and meta-, that word can contain. Caught between their opposing dipoles, and dogged by violent shocks from her unpredictably cruel older brother Georges, Ambrette charts a path to young adulthood both uncommonly illuminated, and yet outlined in nuclear shadows that much darker because of it—indelible reminders that “You don’t even know the people closest to you.”

That theme of dual or secret identities expresses itself throughout—especially tellingly within the family unit, where each member, at least with regards to Ambrette, even answers to two different names. Papa (Thales) speaks only French, and is separated from his daughter by a daunting language barrier (further exacerbated by his alcoholism) which she spends the entire book trying to bridge. Maman (Agathe) seems to be involved in a clandestine affair with her nursemaid Lizzy, and spends much of the story sequestered in her room, drifting between reality and laudanum-thickened fever dreams. And Georges is actually a name her brother (né Modeste) chose for himself, to signal his grudging ascendancy to de facto head of household, and decisive break with his and Ambrette’s shared childhood. In a bravura side-by-side flashback passage, we get a guided tour-de-force of the ways in which the parents’ very different upbringings set them on a collision course toward the unique dysfunctions of both their marriage and their respective adulthoods, and a clear view of how the same problems are finding their footing anew in their children. It’s as concise and devastating an illustration of inherited trauma as you’re every likely to see in print.

And that nifty bit of typographic flare is just the beginning, as Child of Light also includes poetry, musical stanzas, a handful of illustrations, and enough anagrammatic and multilingual wordplay to warrant heady comparisons to Nabokov. In addition to Papa’s infuriating incapacity to know with his daughter, the thrillingly-recounted origin story of his time working with real-life inventor Lucien Gaulard (a kind of godfather of the modern transformer) at Paris’ Exposition international d’electricite serves as a particularly frustrating reminder of how limited all of humanity is in our ability, if not willingness, to communicate with one another, even toward potentially world-changing greater good. As a non-French speaker, and hopeless science student, I can only imagine the easter eggs this book has in store for someone educated enough to fully grasp its every word, but at the same time, in acceding to my periodic lack of comprehension, I could feel myself plunging deeper inside Ambrette’s own isolated mind—that fractured, childlike headspace of wanting to understand your parents in ways they can’t or won’t allow.

In contrast with her present/absent father, Ambrette’s relationship with her Maman is undoubtedly the novel’s candent centerpiece—a woman who doesn’t resent being a mother so much as just the fact that a mother was the only thing she was ever allowed to be. Slowly deteriorating behind closed curtains and locked doors, her wasted potential eating her alive, she imparts wisdom both forlorn and fatidic about the “special melancholy that afflicts only women.” Amid attempts to engage with local suffragettes, and employ her daughter as the conduit for a disastrous séance, she can’t ever seem to escape the traps her own mind continually sets for her, much less the external circumstances to which they’re both bound. And yet, through her harsh lessons about the iniquities of sex and society, the pendulum of hope and despair, and the nearness of spirits and death, she imbues Ambrette with a greater understanding of the mystical, creational energy that courses through them both, and fortifies her for much of what awaits in the brutally formative days to come.

And in the end, that feels like what Child of Light is really about—the rocky journey toward seeing beyond your preconceived, childhood notions of the world and how it functions, and seeing adults as people with their own emotions and shortcomings; their own pain and past. In addition to its exploration of toxically cyclical family dynamics, the book employs to great effect a kind of resurrection motif—Ambrette spends unwanted time in both a coffin and a grave, and we see both her parents succumb to the thanatoid effects of substance abuse before wearily rising again—which seems to suggest that every new step out of innocence, and into experience, is itself a little death (entendre occasionally intended), but also a chance to start over, better informed and equipped to get things right. The flipside of escaping the snug cocoon of naivete, however, is that it also protects us from truths we’re not yet ready to know, and as many of the book’s darkest secrets are revealed across its final act, Ambrette learns how irreversibly life can be overwhelmed by horror in the instant it takes to grow up too fast.

While Child of Light comes to us via genre-crosspollinating indie publisher Whiskey Tit (and Bender herself runs that press’ spiritual sister KERNPUNKT), it carries the kind of high-literary gravitas you expect to find rubbing deckled elbows with the shortlist for the Pulitzer. It contains more marvels than any review could do justice, and more surprises than any reviewer should reveal. I’ve eschewed at least a half-dozen socially-conscious subplots and ancillary characters here, just in the name of brevity—examinations of race, sex, and class discrimination that bleed through and permeate every scene—and Bender’s meticulously integrated deep research, and sumptuously sensorial, textural prose brings to exquisitely detailed life the clothing, architecture, language, and music of 1900s upstate New York. Likewise, in Ambrette we are gifted a classic adolescent heroine worthy of mention alongside Bernarnos’ Mouchette and McCullers’ Mick Kelly, a girl who “questioned every single thing, and it drove her mad. [Who] found herself fulfilling a cycle. The cycle prepared especially for women.”

All of which is to say, while Child of Light is by no means an uplifting story with a fairytale ending—far from it—it does contain stunning, moving moments of resilience and hope amid its profound darkness. And in the extremely unhappy-in-their-own-way Memenons—“The husband that didn’t speak. The mother that never left her bed. The boy that built coffins. […] The girl with the moon on her tongue”—it shows us a family simultaneously alien and devastatingly familiar in its symbiotic misery; both pushed beyond its breaking point, and yet somehow never quite broken. “Energy never dies” after all, as Papa manages to tell his daughter in one of those rare moments—a brief, electric flicker of true connection which can’t help but remind us of the cyclical miracle of life itself, and evoke that most famous and enduring first line of them all: “Let there be light.”

[Jen · Rating 4 out of 5]

A young girl with limited connection to her family is eager to connect with them but finds that there’s much more for her to learn about them, and life, in Jesi Bender’s Child of Light.

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At thirteen, Ambrétte Memonon has lived with little connection to her parents and brother, so when a move to Utica for her father’s work brings them all physically together under one roof, she hopes to seize the opportunity to bond with them, finally. Spending her days at home with her Maman on good health days, Ambrétte delves deeper into spiritualism to connect, while on bad health days Ambrétte wanders in town, where she forms a friendship with the orphaned and societally excluded Celeste. As her father loses himself to drink to numb himself from the pains of unrecognized passion and genius for his work with electricity, particularly alongside a beloved yet left behind figure, Ambrétte endeavors to learn French with the unenthusiastic assistance of her brusque brother Georges so that she can connect and speak with her father, as he speaks no English. In trying to connect, Ambrétte quickly becomes immersed in a world of unknowns catalyzing life and death, as well as the dysfunction and secrets within her family that drive them to continually seek beyond themselves in an attempt to attain an elusive happiness, regardless of the cost.

In a story that moves at a fairly quick pace through a series of momentous events that will ultimately shape and have a lasting impact on the relationships within and trajectory of a young girl’s life, the narrative presents and explores an array of substantial topics, depicting an expansive pool of experiences all while the characters involved are insulated, which offers an interesting contrast. French text is presented along with translations, with some being oddly direct or one-for-one-word translations versus the general sentiment of the phrase or sentence; perhaps the directness of some translations could be an effort to reflect Ambrétte’s lack of knowledge of the language, whereas at other times, such as the translated paragraphs of text of her father’s conversation with her, were meant to reflect another’s mastery of the language instead, but there was an inconsistency to the approach that felt strange. The format of the text offered engaging and intriguing visual variety with poetry, sheet music, some shorter stories within the larger story, and, at times, dual columns to portray the parallel to intersecting narratives of Ambrétte’s parents' lives.

*I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.

[Mari LivTollefsonCarlson · Rating 4 out of 5]

After years apart, in the late 1800s, Ambrette (age thirteen) and her mother reunite with brother and father in Utica, NY, where Ambrette’s father chases overdue recognition for his electrical science advances. However, being together again pushes them further apart. Ambrette’s brother chooses a new name, distancing himself from their mother, while her father, unsuccessful at achieving recognition, drinks to oblivion, and her artistically-temperamental mother drugs herself ill. Ambrette makes a new but ostracized friend as she searches for ways to understand them all, including herself.

The more directions in which the story (and the family) veers, the more it finds associations. The book’s diffuse plot backgrounds Ambrette’s development: seeking unity in her family while becoming her own person apart from them. The text is evocative, flitting from scene to scene, idea to idea, at a child’s bopping pace, with whimsy, emotion, and physicality. Some passages are impressionistic and grope for sense, showing a child’s senses excited and at times overwhelmed. Ambrette explores the beginnings of electrical science and also reads her mother’s spiritual books. She learns French in order to speak with her father. She humors her mother’s clairvoyant pursuits. Parallel text blocks at points throughout the book - one in English/one French, one in musical notation/one in words, one her father/one her mother - show Ambrette’s attempts at reconciliation with graphic experimentation.

The parallel blocks suggest, though, unity’s elusiveness. Some divisions do not merge nor mend. As much as she tries to understand him, too, Ambrette’s brother traumatizes her, a lifelong hurt. Prejudices linger toward Ambrette’s friend and immigrant groups in Utica. The novel is the historical fiction of turn-of-the-century Utica through her coming of age. It leaves some problems unresolved, or even worse, for a bittersweet ending.

In imagining life at a time before taken-for-granted scientific discoveries, the book’s major accomplishment is freeing modern readers NOT to know, to open our minds literar-ily, relationally, and belief-wise. Prepare for unexpected epiphany and illumination!

[Jared Joseph · Rating 5 out of 5]

There existed something inside that woman that no one would never know.