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First published August 1, 2017
We are, whether by nature or nurture, episodic. We find a problem and then we fix it. We want there to be a beginning and an end. ... We are in a constant relationship with one another, a series of communications sent and received through word and action. An unrelenting feedback loop that either gets louder or softer, but never goes away. ... The fires may have stopped. ... But the tension wasn't gone. The relationship wasn't over. Post-racial America did not emerge. The long history of violence and control continues to be unresolved. It only waits for another moment in the future to remind us of our sins, even as we all do our best to just live our lives.My Review. Really great read, glad I got it as my Kindle First book. I like legal thrillers, though I don't read that many, and given the topic that it centers around and the current climate in the US, I thought it was very timely and would be that much more interesting right now. It started a little slowly, but I quickly got it and while I had meant to pace myself and get some other things done last night, I ended up having to read until the end and only after I finished the book could I get to the rest of my work.
He believed that my father, a young man he assumed was a member of the Black Panthers, had taken his perfect little white girl and transformed her into a leftist campus radical. The truth was exactly the opposite. It had been my mother who had lured my father to protest meetings and marches. She was the radical. My dad just wanted to go on a date.2. Justin's Personal Struggles. As mentioned previously, he's a widower (I don't think we're told how recent; I was looking for some indication and it doesn't really say, but I think it's maybe a couple of years?) and has an 11-year-old daughter, Sammy. Monica, his late wife, was the love of his life and he had a really tough time after she died; it led to a lot of the other pieces of his life falling apart too and he's trying to come back from that, as well as be the father that Sammy needs him to be.
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“When we were little, you talked about it all the time.” Lincoln put his hands on his hips. “You and me, just a darker shade of JFK and Bobby.”
I shook my head. “That was a long time ago.”
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My father took a deep breath, and then he walked toward the door. As he went into the hall, he turned around. “I fought the battle over segregated lunch counters and the right to vote, but this is different.” He pointed at me, lying injured in bed, my face swollen and cut. “The Whites Only signs have been taken down, but they’re still there. This is your fight now.”
I knew I was on the edge. Things were going well, but it was now getting too complicated, and when it got complicated, things inevitably fell apart for me. Depression is like that. I was smart enough to know when I was about to be kicked down. I just didn’t know what was going to do it, and I certainly didn’t know it was going to happen the moment that I walked in the door.3. Race Relations (in St. Louis). In Little Boy Lost, the focus is specifically between the police / justice system / government and the community that it serves, as opposed to being inter-communal. Not surprising, since that's at the forefront right now, but just wanted to call it out. St. Louis is the backdrop for all this and in Trafford's bio it notes that he lived there, so while unfortunately we're seeing this across the country and there are many commonalities among them all, I do get the sense that it's personalized to St. Louis specifically. He clearly has knowledge of the city, its history and makeup, etc., and it adds a nice richness that I appreciated; don't know much about the area, so I found that aspect very interesting.
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Most men my age were either single by choice or divorced. I wondered whether a widowed man who still loved his deceased wife could ever really find love again, whether there were parts that would never be available because of the loss.
Saint Louis had always had an identity crisis. It was the intersection of North and South, East and West. The tension had always been below the surface, but now it was out in the open.4. The American Justice System. Trafford is a lawyer, and that's clear from the intricacies and details he goes into. I'm a huge fan of "Law & Order" and police procedurals, but there isn't the opportunity for subtlety and nuance in a TV format as there is in literature. Don't want to stress that too much though, because a lot of the information is given straight-forwardly to the reader and there's not much subtlety at all in what Trafford is highlighting as the clear failures and successes of the legal system, since it's Justin kind of speaking directly to the reader. Very interesting though and in some ways, the fact that there doesn't need to be subtlety, because some of these things just so obviously don't make sense, is a message in and of itself.
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“This is one of the biggest cemeteries in the country,” the pastor continued. “Eighty-seven thousand people are buried here. All races. All classes. All religions. Rich. Poor.” He paused. “It is truly sad that this is the most diverse neighborhood in Saint Louis. Truly sad that the most diverse neighborhood in our city is one for the dead and not the living. “We have much work to do.” Reverend Battle looked at me. “You have work to do.”
The system lurches forward. I could argue that some of them are actually innocent, which may be true, but the law factory doesn’t work like that. It isn’t about guilt or innocence. The system is about keeping things moving. It grinds a person down—innocent or guilty—until he or she submits.... And I was just about to wrap-up and realized that I hadn't even listed the mystery as one of the main themes. Honestly, I think that's because as I said before, while it's at the center of the story and is the vehicle through which everything is happening, there are all these other things going on as well (those listed above) and in may ways, the story is mostly about these other things. Want to be sure not to leave out the fact that the book was also really surprisingly funny! There were a couple instances where I did literally laugh out loud, and the secondary characters were a great addition; Emma was a real pill, total boss lady, and I liked her and her cousins, brothers Hermes and Nikolas.
“I think you’re overqualified for this job,” I said.Finally, can't end without writing something about the mystery itself, but is a definite spoiler, so DO NOT CLICK if you haven't read the book; I don't include any names, but still: skip!
“True.” Emma thought for a moment. “My boobs fooled you.” She shrugged. “Not the first man to underestimate me.”
I nodded, admitting that the tight, short skirts and the big hair were, for lack of a better description, distracting. “I think you also deserve a raise.”
“You’re right, again.” Emma smiled. “Twice in one morning. Not bad.”
“Things could turn violent.” Schmitty put words to what Chief Wilson had implied.
“You guys don’t get it.” I looked back over the crime scene. “Things have already turned violent.” I looked at them, thinking about laying on the ground with blood in my mouth as a white police officer cracked my ribs with his boot. Being cooperative and respectful didn’t make me safe. It didn’t change the color of my skin. “Things have been violent for years—not just this, but everything.” I started to walk away, then stopped and turned back to them. “But you’re right. When this breaks open, it’s not just young black kids who are going to get hurt.”