Glory is back home in London after a stint pursuing her American dream in L.A. Her father has died, and as an avowed Daddy's girl, it's an especially difficult trip. But once she arrives home, she sees that her father's death is the least of what ails her family. According to Glory's assessment, her sister, Faith, has turned into a "Stepford Wife"; not to mention, her baby brother Victor is in prison for "joint enterprise" on a manslaughter charge, and her mother seems to be quite literally losing her mind. After a brief period of contemplation, Glory decides she isn't returning to L.A. If she's honest with herself, she has to admit that the American dream was not all it was cracked up to be, and having to stare her family's problems in the face forces her to realize she hasn't been there for them in the way she could and should have been.
Having run into a childhood friend, Julian at her father's funeral, Glory also realizes that she is much more in her element romantically home in London than she was in the States, so the decision to stay is a relatively easy one. As Glory's flirtation with Julian begins to blossom into something real, she also begins to discover some hard truths about her family, including the hardest truth of all, having to do with her long-dead twin sister, Hope. As Glory re-establishes her role in her family, she also begins, reluctantly, to face some home truths about herself, including her immaturity and selective blindness about her friends, her family and her life choices.
In some ways, this was a coming-of-age story that could have been about any young woman grappling with what she always believed was true about her family, and eventually maturing to realize a different truth. I loved that Glory was not perfect and in lots of ways, relatable imperfect, even exasperating at times. But it didn't make me love her less.
I especially loved this book for its treatment of very serious subjects in a way that made them digestible, without trivializing them. The struggle of the African immigrant in the UK—the depression, the discrimination, the religiosity, the alienation from the society around them and the desperation to hold on to all that's familiar, including the food, culture, language and customs from "back home." Almost all the books from African and Caribbean diasporic authors have managed this delicate balance of lightheartedness and solemnity that I really appreciate. Hope and Glory was no different.
I enjoyed it so much, especially seeing the sad similarities between what Black people in Britain experience and that which those in the United States have lived with for centuries. It was educational, even while wrapped in an entertaining and engrossing package. Will read more from this author.