If this book hadn't been recommended to me for that last twenty years by numerous relatives, I would not have read it through to the end. The story was compelling and captured my imagination to the point where I read compulsively for the first 300 pages, unable to wait until tomorrow to find out what would happen. And this despite the horrible writing! Very few of the characters have defined speaking voices. Both of the old mothers sound the same, the mean white guys sound alike, the nice white guys sound extremely generic, and the bratty sisters sound alike. All of the Mexican men sound interchangeable. This makes for an especially mediocre read since we never have privileged access to the inner thoughts of anyone but Juan Salvador and Lupe. To the author's credit, Juan Salvador is a fully realized character (probably the only one in the book), but that also should not have been too hard since he was also the author's father whom he knew for decades. Lupe comes across as very flat and naive to the point of seeming dumb. This is a shame because we are told that she is so intelligent she rises from 3rd grade to 7th grade in less than two months, she hangs outside the library talking books with her Anglo boyfriend, and she is so capable of accounting that she makes a large family business thrive during the latter part of the Great Depression.
Around the time that Juan Salvador finally starts courting Lupe, the book becomes a real drag. We know that this is a story of the author's parents, so there is never any true suspense about whether they will finally marry or not. The author also chooses to not dramatize two scenes I had most looked forward to: Lupe breaking up with Mark, and Juan Salvador's confession about Duel. As often as Duel and Katherine are mentioned, the author should have spent a little more time writing about Juan Salvador's Montana life.
The story overall is fairly strong, but the writing undermines it. The narration (I think it's limited omniscient, I don't think that it's supposed to be the author specifically) often sounds like the spoken word, so perhaps this would have been nice to hear as an audiobook instead, if only there were one available! The characters are all there, I can see what the author is trying to do, but he does not have the skills to pull it off. So instead, everyone, particularly the women, come off as no more than archetypes. I suppose this serves to mythologize the author's family, but these characters exist in every Mexican family's mythology. If I read a 550 page novel, I want to come away from it understanding something deeper about life. This is especially true if it is about my own people. I will not take pleasure in a mediocre story just because I find something recognizable in it, or because I'm so starved to have my family's experience mirrored back to me. I'm not saying that every novel of war, citizenship, family and racism has to be as difficult as Faulkner's "Go Down Moses" or Toni Morrison's "Beloved". But what I wouldn't give to have a Chicano writer who approaches the level of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. If you know of any, please write your suggestions in the comments below.
I feel like somehow I have paid some kind of karmic debt to my family for finally reading this, though I can't imagine what I did to deserve such an assignment. More likely, I am suffering because I've known true joy and wonderment by reading an abundance of great literature, and I felt obligated to read and finish this undernourished and overlong claptrap.