This is a very good novel, following the consequences of a mother’s decision to immigrate and abandon her young daughter in the process. Patsy is a young, queer Jamaican woman carrying a lot of trauma and who never wanted to be a mother, and when she’s approved for a tourist visa to the U.S. she takes off, hoping to find better work than her low-paid office job and to rekindle a teenage romance with her best friend, who vanished to New York many years before. She leaves behind her five-year-old daughter Tru, in the hands of a father Tru barely knows. The story follows Patsy and Tru in alternating storylines (though spending more time with Patsy, as one would expect from the title), as Patsy learns that undocumented life in New York means poor work, poor pay and poor housing and struggles to make a life for herself anyway, while Tru grapples with her mother’s abandonment, her new family, and as a teenager, her own sexuality and gender identity.
(Some vaguely spoiler-y comments below, though this isn’t a book that depends on suspense!)
Though it covers more than ten years, the book has a somewhat leisurely pace, taking time to develop its characters’ psyches and a variety of experiences that they have, as well as a bunch of secondary characters. The author isn’t afraid to make her characters difficult—in particular, readers are supposed to struggle with Patsy’s abandonment of Tru, and while the slow unfolding of Patsy’s issues makes clear why she does it, the book also never lets the reader forget Tru’s pain, and it’s hard to escape the conclusion that while Patsy may be ensuring her own psychological survival, she’s doing it at the expense of her daughter’s. I love that the book digs into this, not looking away or excusing or prettifying the situation. I also empathized with both characters and found their stories engaging. Meanwhile the writing is good, the Jamaican patois adds color though it may take a little getting used to, and I appreciated the exploration of the lives of undocumented immigrants in New York without turning the novel into an op-ed. And while this is definitely an “LGBT book” in the sense that both protagonists are queer, it doesn’t get caught up in labels but instead focuses on their individual relationships. I kept expecting Tru to come out as trans, but while she probably will in the future, it never happens in the book. (I definitely think of these characters as real people whose stories aren’t over yet, which is a testament to the author’s writing, because I don’t anticipate a sequel.)
Others have commented that the book runs a little long (it may, but I enjoyed the journey) and that the end is a little Hollywood (it is, but after all the characters go through I was happy to see it). Me, I found the ten-year skip rocky, but the book recovers. My biggest frustration is how much the plot depends on sheer stupidity from Patsy, by which I mean not seeking relevant information before making big decisions. Quitting her job to move to New York and be with Cicely, without first discussing it (despite sufficient communication for Cicely to pick her up at the airport), or asking what jobs might be available to her in the U.S., was never going to end well, though at least that’s at the beginning and Patsy has time to grow some sense. Except she doesn’t, because at the end, after 10 years of no contact with her daughter—not even any contact about her with anyone who’s around Tru—Patsy decides to blow her savings buying her clothing and accessories and shit. Literally at this point I don’t think she knows whether Tru is dead or alive, let alone what she needs (maybe the money could be spent more usefully than on random consumer goods), what she likes, or even her size (which is generally considered essential in clothes shopping). Even if Tru weren’t incredibly butch, this could not possibly end well. And it was hard to feel Patsy had grown or learned anything while still making these stupid and cowardly mistakes. I’m on the fence about whether this is a criticism of the book or the character, because on the one hand the book makes no bones about how awful Patsy’s decisions are, but on the other it kind of elides how many could have been avoided—even taking her baggage into account—with a few common-sense questions. So the character comes across as perhaps dumber than intended to lend drama to her narrative. But real people can be dumb too.
In the end I did really like this and get caught up in the story, and I’m interested in reading the author’s other book, though I have some hesitation about its apparently being even darker than this one!