I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
There are books that due to a combination of factor transcend their genre.A Love Like Blood is one such book. Through its deep artistry, unflinching honesty and relevance, it goes quite beyond what one usually finds in M/M romance. It is both an exercise in aesthetics and an important read for anyone interested in gay issues. The fact that it strays from the still all too prevalent Caucasian norm but tackles a much less represented demographic, American Somali/Cuba in this case, gives it an edge that is all the more intense given the mastery of cultural nuance on which the novel is grounded. The grammar of cultural differences and how it spans across language(s), modes of thought, social pressure, patterns the novel and permeates it deeply. The text is structured in such a way as to convey all this from the inside, so to speak, so that it offers 'diversity' not as a mere buzz word but a very personal experience. As the title entails this is a violent book, a loving book, the two being hopelessly interwoven.
From the very start it is clear that A Love is ambitious in scope and style. The first person narrative told in the present tense has a level of immediacy that borders on stream of consciouness does not always make for an easy read. While it never becomes non-linear it does on occasion blur some lines, with episodes only gaining their true contors halfway through their description. This approach to structure is very interesting as it uses literature as photography: the text develops its scenes gradually as a photograph being revealed in a darkroom.
Photography is crucial to this coming-of-age tale of a teenage boy of Somali descend who from a very early age worked side by side with his highly volatile father. The family business is taking photographs and it becomes Carsten's medium of seeing the world, almost literally, and the only way of connecting to said father. It is one of A Love's greatest achievements that it manages to convey so much texture, scent, sound, in what is essentially such a visual means of expression.
The novel is unflinching in exploring how homophobia destroys family ties. Carsten's father, Reed, is part of a long chain of Somali fathers who liberally pummel their sons and whose cultural background demands that any hint of homosexual desire be punished. One of the most disturbingly impactful moments is when the narrator muses about how burning gay men alive is simply accepting in his homeland. It is truly chilling.
But Carsten does not entirely belong to this world, his is trans-cultural existence. Speaking several languages, Spanish, Somali, English, he navigates the America of the mid-90's not entirely as a foreigner but on occasion not quite as a native either. This experience of displacement is very much linked to his sense of identity.
Said identity, as as already been mentioned but bears repeating, is under attack by his father who is almost always capitalized as 'Father'. The violence, both physical and emotional, to which Carsten is exposed to, from very early childhood up to the point the story proper starts, is nothing short of shocking and adds to the difficulty of reading A Love. As it should be. The desperate immediacy of the style turns the reader into a co-sufferor. It remains very personal and unique to the narrator but at time same time has a universality to it.
Despite its many themes that range from integration in American society to homophobia without forgetting artistic expression and self-identity of a young gay man, it never reads as a programatic novel. Through and through, A Love is about experiences felt on the flesh and lived through. Which is not to say that there is no genuine happiness in this. There are lyrical moments, particularly when it comes to Carsten's interaction with his eventual boyfriend, Brett. These are not detached from everything else but often have a mellowness or intensity all of their own that do perfect justice to teenage love.
Above all, A Love is a novel that recognizes the complexities of life and then goes to present them in a honest, raw, painful and highly rewarding manner. The ending does seem rather abrupt but even that is perfectly in tune and coherent given how the novel functions. If there is one thing about it that could perhaps be improved, it is, ironically enough, the cover. I do not think it gives as much as a glimpse into the actual content and may something a disservice in that regard.
The fact that this is a debut work is truly exciting and leaves one very eager to read more from the author.