This was a book I could not put down, and which stuck with me long after I finished it. It is written in two parts, the first giving the reader a look into the life of Jolán De Carlo Edmunds, a successful classical violinist living in Atlanta with her teenage daughter Myla, the story’s narrator. On the surface, all seems pleasantly benign, but Jolán has a world of secrets and a past which she refuses to talk about. You know from the very first line that tragedy will strike, and it strikes early, when thirty-nine year old Jolán dies of a sudden massive heart attack just one day after Myla wishes her dead during a terrible argument. The story begins three months prior to this incident, giving you a chance to get to know Jolán, her extended family and friends, and to meet Rachel Cole, a lost love from Jolán’s college days who crosses paths with her again these many years later. By Chapter Five they rekindle a beautifully written romance, and Ms. Wolf takes advantage of the fact that you’ve probably forgotten Jolán’s ultimate fate by now, because it hits you hard, as hard as it hits Myla who is now dealing with a terrible amount of guilt, trying to cope with the idea that her words may have somehow killed her own mother. It is now up to Rachel (along with other friends and family) to help Myla understand her mother’s secret past. The book’s second part is filled with recklessness and adventure, young love, big dreams, drugs, sex, and rock-n-roll. Then a devastating spiral into heroin addiction that took away everything important in Jolán’s life.
I don’t know much about the subject of addiction, particularly to something like heroin, but Carole Wolf seems to have done her homework. I don’t know if the author drew from personal experience or not, and it probably doesn’t matter. I learned something, and realized just how judgmental we can be when it comes to people who are addicted. What I liked so much about this story is that it takes you through the nightmare of both sides—the struggling addict and the loved ones trying so hard not to let go. Until they have no choice but to.
This book was hard to read at times. The depictions of addiction and heroin use were quite graphic, and it was gritty and dark and at times, downright scary. But it also had so many great moments of romance and humor during the travels of a struggling rock band touring the American southwest and west coast. I laughed out loud and felt like I was in that motorhome, too, getting to see places like the Arizona desert, Los Angeles, Route 66, and even Tijuana Mexico. The author’s descriptions of these places were detailed and colorful. I could feel the desert heat, hear the Hollywood traffic going by, and smell the food cooking along the strip in Tijuana. It also renewed my interest in classic rock music, as so many of the songs mentioned were ones I’d heard my parents playing when I was a kid, and it brought back great memories. There’s an interesting twist at the end that I won’t say I saw it coming, but by the second to last chapter, I was beginning to get suspicious. No spoilers, but the twist only adds to the tragedy of addiction.
I highly recommend this book to anyone looking for a beautifully written novel that addresses family dysfunction, romance lost and rekindled, and a very sensual experience through the pain of addiction.