Seconds after reading it: "Oh my fuck. This. Finally! The first book of the yr I want to shake in people's faces and scream, "READ THIS FUCKING BOOK... NOW!""
First, I’ll admit it.‘The Canterbury Tales’ collects dust on my shelf and I can't recall where I got it, though I am pretty sure I stole it from the work lounge, because, after all I am like a non-cannibalistic Liv Moore, and my craving is books.
You'll be able to relate to this one, trust me! It conjures up camping trips, substitutes willing the attention and respect of their students while avoiding projectiles flying their way, parents fed up with you kicking the back seat on a trip you thought was eons but was merely twenty minutes, oh, and for me that drinking game ‘two lies and a truth’ (side-dance, mine were always lies).
The story is about Jeff, a kid that is arms length from the popular kids, and owes his delicate popularity to a guy named Cannon. But it really isn't about him at all, well not completely. It’s about the stories of SO many characters, and to a large extent how he filters them through his own schemas. It’s a story of each of their self reflections, and dialog abounds, and we are observers, elves behind their eyes, seeing the world as they do. And it’s the story, for all of them, of coming to terms with the vulnerability of adulthood, and all the jumbled chaos and conflicts that come with it.
So, Jeff and the group that is essentially the ‘Breakfast Club’, are traveling to DC and the tour guide and moderator of stories is Mr. Bailey. He’s all bulldog and grinding teeth because some students thrashed his house during a party.
This novel is so significant, because, at its very core it’s so bloody believable. These kids don't get into some deep, eye rolling, not developmentally appropriate philosophical nonsense. No, they lay down believable narratives. And then, in between, after, and later as they make parallels between stories, they criticize, and they evaluate them, and you can recognize these individuals in their developing understanding of the world. And they badger each other according to social alliances and gender differences. You can imagine as an adult wanting to push their thoughts further. But their thoughts, they are so raw, so rough, so untouched by an adult lens, that it is… everything.
There is this sense of loss. A loss of the comfort of how they related to themselves and others for over a decade. And there is loss between them in terms of potential romances, and friendships stretched and torn, but mostly deficits in how they trusted themselves, how they ultimately knew themselves and the safety that afforded. With Jeff, handsome Jeff that so many pine for, their is a introspection that makes you cringe, want to tear up, get impatient, and at times made me want to take him by the collar and scream, spit inducing boiling point screaming.
I’ve never read anything like this, and the things I fault in it are also the things that, if completely resolved would have ruined the book. Conflicted? Yup!
Because the author seemed so astute at assembling a cast of believable characters and kicked it in terms of the dialog and developmental appropriateness, the times there was a bit of slacked was so evident.
There were characters that the author invested so deeply that it was almost like they were sitting next to me telling me their stories. And these same characters vaulted into discussions, and they analyzed, and they showed so much of themselves. Yet, there were characters like Reeve and Cookie, whom, not because of shyness or another characteristic that would substantially influence their behaviors (ok being blitz), just seemed to exist. I felt less of an intimate connection with them compared to others. The author didn't fully offer up every single molecule the way she did, say, with Kia or Briony. Yet, it must be mentioned that this issue was somehow mitigated because there were prologues before many of the less explored characters.
But my biggest complaint was Jeff’s stories. He's the centerpiece, and so much time is dedicated to his self-reflection, hesitating to engage with others and express his thoughts on the stories, and what this means for understanding him, that when his name was picked, and he had to stumble through his story, well, when you were five, and you open that package, and you are sure it’s an Xbox from your rich grandmother, but it’s just a book… that’s how I felt. This was also, unfortunately, the edge of a bigger issue that I had. Adolescence, with social media and news that throws complexity into teens’ lives more than previous generations, has a unique constellation of problems. School shootings, a heroin epidemic, and just the enormity of the contents of their TV shows, is overwhelming. While situations such as mental heath, sexual abuse, texting while driving, unprotected sex, and bullying were obviously part of the fabric of teenagers’ lives in previous generations, exposure to it, even if not personal, is all around them. I needed to see stories representing these things. While sexual abuse was at the forefront of one—or if you want to consider it, a part of various stories—, issues such as guns, drug abuse, bullying, eating disorders, etc, simply floated as topics or weren't broached. For me this was a missed opportunity. Ultimately I just wish the author sledgehammered the reader a bit more. My issues with this book are probably compounded by the series ‘Thirteen Reasons Why’ because the writers methods came with razorblades.
There were obviously advantages with being more vague. With one prominent character—dear author, yes and yes! fucking love you!!—his real expression of his authentic self was handled perfectly, because all too often writers lay things down in a way that is with intentions to teach, or worse exploits marginalized individuals. Thank you endlessly for not focusing extensively on physicality. Gosh, that was so… just a YES MOMENT!
And then the ending. Oh that ending. Those carefully constructed paragraphs, and the way the narrative was so measured, and the way the author provided the reader with uncertainty, like I really understood that there would be a future of still trying to figure things out, of still trying to repair relationships that had rented the space of insecurities…………. fucking perfection!!!!!
Cheers to a wonderful, important, and valuable contribution to Y/A. I highly recommended. I also have to say, and I am pretty confident here, that this author is a person of substantial awesomeness. Check her out on you-tube as she does a reading, and where she dorks out in the best way. My only regret is that this was a library loan. I don't often condone the purchase of books, because I fancy saving money and my library is a stone throw, but I think, given how spectacular this book is, and that It’s one that certainly could be tossed around to friends, that it should be on your purchase list!