By Therese Anne Fowler
St. Martins 2020
311 pages Literary
I was so intrigued by the structure. In the
book, the neighbors in that “good” neighborhood serve as a Greek chorus, and
just like all neighbors in “tight knit” communities, they seem to know the
details before anyone else. (Frankly, that is why I moved out of a small
community.) And, I might add, as the storytellers, the neighbors are proud
to know the details and to be telling the story. This is a neighborhood much
like mine—middle class, established, fifty to eighty year-old homes, educated
population, pretty much white. The Book
Page reviewer says of the structure: “Throughout, a chorus of neighbors intrudes to
speculate and offer background information, an intriguing mix of omniscient narration
and gossipy lamentation. Although the transitions between the chorus and the
other perspectives aren’t always seamless, this structure adds depth to the
sense of Shakespearean tragedy ... fast-paced and thoughtful.”
Fowler
excuses herself in the acknowledgement as a white woman trying to speak from
the perspective of the two African American residents—mother and son. She says
that she did her homework, as was recommended by author, Zadie Smith. At the
same time, the characters all seem to be one-dimensional and to a certain
extent to be caricatures. Particularly Brad Whitman, who bandies around his
success as a businessman for all to see. He is a creepy step-father to Juniper,
the teen-aged daughter of his wife, Julia. He thinks that he can have her in
the same way that he can have a fancy car, a huge house, and six television
sets. He appears as a character without depth, as does his wife Julia, although
Julia, in the end, shows some guts and leaves the man.
Xavier,
the bi-racial teenager is a striver. Yet, he can never get beyond the fact that
his mother is black and his deceased father was white. And Juniper, the teenage
girl in the story has to deal with her own stigma—that her parents made her
take a purity oath when she was fourteen. Please!
Yeah,
I didn’t like any of these characters. Didn’t like the plot. I think basically
all I liked was the structure, and I kept reading because the structure
fascinated me. The reviewer in the New
York Times, Kiley Reid, who is the author of Such a Fun Age, helped
me put into words what I was feeling. After having been burned by the negative
cultural reviews of American
Dirt, I perhaps was extra sensitive to the cultural inferences and
assumptions in A Good Neighborhood, so I was receptive to what
Reid wrote. Reid says, “’A Good Neighborhood’ is a pitch-perfect example of how
literary endeavors. . .can limit a novel’s understanding of human behavior.”
Her review is quite scathing, and frankly, I had to agree with it. She also
says, “But her novel breaks the promise of
its premise, revealing weaknesses in both craft and conviction. In the same way
that activism cannot be sold for $26, black characters cannot be bought when
they lack depth and accessibility.”
Read
A Good Neighborhood if you are interested in reading a book about
good intentions, good development, but very poor understanding of cultural
norms.
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