I read this because I wanted to understand urban fiction just a little better. As it turns out, this book is very hard on the audience for urban fiction, so I doubt it will do much but disappoint the people who have chosen The Coldest Winter Ever as an iconic book. But it's still an interesting book in many ways.
Written from the perspective of a 14-year-old Sudanese immigrant to the US, this is the story of a young Islamic man trying to navigate American, particularly African-American, culture while keeping his mother and sister safe. For political reasons not explained in detail, they've been forced to come to America to stay safe and Midnight must take on the role of man of the family very early, which in his culture is a very important role indeed.
In terms of realism, this is just plain silly: Midnight is, among other things, devoutly religious, a ninja-in-training, a successful businessman, a basketball star, a reader, a strong chess player, and a magnet for women of all ages. He achieves all of this because of his father's powerful influence, despite the fact that he never sees his father after age 7. He has a good mother who also influences him, but she can't speak any English and is completely sheltered from the real world by her son. Yet somehow Midnight is brilliant and never makes a misstep despite the fact that he is home-schooled from age 7 by a mother who is a complete fish out of water. He falls in love with a 16-year-old Japanese artist, in America for her show at the MOMA. She also loves him and they spend the book courting, despite the fact that she also doesn't speak any English. She also seems to want nothing more than to be sheltered and put on a pedestal by a boy with whom she can barely communicate. Even in simple terms of the number of tasks that Midnight can fit into a day, this book is fantasy writ large. Midnight is the truest kind of Mary Sue. He just can't do any wrong.
I found many aspects of the book troubling too. The book is almost universally critical of African-American culture, while completely glorifying Islamic Sudanese culture. Even worse, the women in the novel are written as if they could desire nothing more than be hidden away from the world and allowed to be creative goddesses, making babies and art but locked away from human interactions. Neither of the two main female characters seems troubled by the fact that they cannot communicate with anyone in the culture where they live. Only Naja, Midnight's little sister seems to bridle against his control, and even her revolts are minor. What would happen if Midnight was killed, or if he wasn't perfect and made major mistakes? One more disturbing aspect of the book is the casual way in which Midnight kills two men. Granted, they are not nice men (and despite the subtitle, Midnight is not a gangster), but in both cases Midnight kills them because of threats, not because they actually do anything of substance. Finally, don't even get me started on the idea that a 14 year old and a 16 year old could make a successful marriage. If you want to analyze this book deeply as realism, I don't think you can like it, let alone love it.
Yet despite all of that, I'm giving the book four stars. Here's why: First, this is a romance, a work of the fantastic set in a variation of the real world. Within the fantastic version of the world that it creates, it's internally consistent. This is a story told from the perspective of a character, and from his worldview, what happens here (despite it's improbability in real-world terms) is believable. More important, Sister Souljah tells an interesting story that kept my attention throughout, even at moments when I was shaking my head at the possibility of a young man like Midnight or the political subtexts underlying the romance.
This is a wonky, middle-aged white man's review of a book that is none of those things. But I was surprised to find myself, against all likelihoods, caught up in this story.