Sometimes, images get stuck in your head…
Wow, this is one dark novel, but its mesmerizing prose and captivating star of the show made it unputdownable for me. It gives you an up-close look at a (fictional) poor, black, 17-year-old girl in Oakland, California. Kiera, or Ki, as she is called, struggles to eat and pay rent, and she ends up a streetwalker—or here, called a nightcrawler (which is way more visual). The cops in this story are bad bad abusers, so be prepared to be sickened. Kiera is the one telling the story, which adds a layer of realness.
I meant it when I said this book is dark. Look at how the book opens:
“The swimming pool is filled with dog shit and Dee’s laughter mocks us at dawn.”
Now, this sentence might send some running for cover. There aren’t other scatological images, don’t worry, but the poop in the pool is mentioned numerous times. But way worse than that picture (unfortunately, imprinted in my mind—will I ever not see it?) are the many sexual abuse scenes, which are very hard to watch and which are also stuck in my head.
Really, I understand if people have to pass on this book, and it’s a good idea to do so if you have triggers. But for me, I appreciated getting a view of what life could be like for black people in a poverty-stricken city. It shook me up—and it made me furious at how oppressive the scene is and how corrupt police can be.
Kiera lives in a slum apartment and takes care of a 10-year-old boy because the mother has basically abandoned him. Kiera’s relationship with the boy is touching and heartbreaking. Kiera has a brother, who is a mess, but who loves Kiera so much he has a tattoo of her fingerprint on his neck. This is another image I’ll remember.
A funny aside: I felt pretty damn cool that I knew what a grill was. If you had asked me a couple of weeks ago, I would have said, “George Foreman” as fast as could be. But the other day I watched To Tell the Truth (yep, a true confession about one of my “bad TV” addictions; hangs head in embarrassment). On the show, a panel has to guess which person out of three is telling the truth about having a certain occupation. In this case, the panel had to figure out which of the three people was the real “grill maker.” I was completely confused when the questions from the panel were about teeth instead of about cooking hamburgers in the backyard. So I Googled “grill” and discovered that a grill is also a set of gold teeth that some hip-hoppers wear. Ah ha! I’ve seen gold teeth but I didn’t know anything about them, like that there were qualified people who made grills to fit over your teeth. So fast forward, I came across” grill” in this book and patted myself on the back for knowing we weren’t talking George Foreman here:
“His cheeks dip into his face and I know he’s sucking them in, making them touch his grill.”
Had I not seen To Tell the Truth, I would have been trying to figure out how he got his cheeks to touch his backyard grill. See? Bad TV can be very educational.
But seriously, this book is amazing. It’s impossible not to care deeply about Kiera and not to be wowed by the language. Every single sentence is rich and it’s easy to pay attention to them. They flow, oh so smoothly—they aren’t too abstract and I didn’t have to read them more than once. My only complaint is that the sentence structure and vocabulary are often way too sophisticated for Kiera. I did a “nevermind,” because the story was just too good for me to worry about it.
I know the book is fiction, but it has a link to real life in that the author (who is only 19; she wrote the book when she was 17!) grew up in Oakland and she knows the scene. The story is based on a 2015 case of a cop who committed suicide.
This is Mottley’s debut novel. It blows my mind that she can already write with such passion and compassion, and with prose to die for. And her characters’ hearts and souls just ooze off the pages.
Those who want a gritty story and can stomach the darkness, look no further. Prose is gorgeous, plot is ungodly dreary. The prose wins.
I have my eye on this author. She’s so young, she has the whole world ahead of her to write more gems like this one. Can’t wait!
Thanks to Edelweiss for the advance copy.