A second time of reading as I couldn’t recall anything of it from over ten years ago. That was a little telling. It was a sort of satisfying read around something that's essentially unpleasant: the potential repercussions and effects on the psyche of those who have lived in residential children's services. In this case, in the United States.
The narrator’s life is told in reverse, starting in the present and going back incrementally to his relatively safe, relatively loving childhood. A range of characters are met along the way, some are fighters, some wholly cruel, some that play victim, and some who comply, all in an effort to endure and survive, with little experience of the world, and limited or no positive markers to draw on.
The story is told in a matter-of-fact way, as if emotions have been blunted, I guess in order to live through abuse, neglect and disinterest from supposed carers. Psychologically, there’s a struggle for control, the resignation of control, a drive to have others make decisions for him, and in that, abase him. These character traits grow stronger as he gets older. Throughout, there are references and paragraphs dedicated to sadomasochism (note: this isn't over-the-top detail but enough to give a sense of why he has such drivers) as a form of emotional release. There is also a camaraderie and friendship, sometimes sadomasochistic - more maso- than sado- in itself, that brings comfort to hopelessness. It's almost amusing when two characters with the same masochistic drive are trying to meet each other's needs. That won't work!
The nature of human character and how it can be influenced by adverse circumstances, coping with neglect and abuse, appeals to me. And I didn't feel despairing, not at least of the main characters; some I liked, attracted by their gritty will to survive. I was disheartened by the desolate picture of the statutory services and the lacking of those who were meant to be responsible, meant to care. Heartbreaking really. I've worked with many young people from very tough and/or indifferent backgrounds, always challenging, frequently inspiring and invariably rewarding and, without exception, colleagues were strongly committed. But I realise that the experiences described in Happy Baby are sadly for real at times.