I had avoided this book since it was given to me a few years back, from a suspect source and at a suspect time--just as I had helped some thoughtful and talented writers and editors usher a rare book on transracial adoption, from the standpoint of the adoptees, into print.
I only read it now because of the dearth of fiction on my shelves and my reluctance to venture into sleeting rain to go to the library, however infinite my "to-read" shelf already is.
The first star was simply to register my rating. The second star was for diaphanous and tumescent. (Ok, he didn't use tumescent, but I thought of it while reading, so I thought it counted.) But, for others than the Vermonters who will certainly enjoy the sense of familiarity in reading such intimate details of their landscape, this is a book to be avoided.
Besides the 2-dimensional characters, particularly the women, but, to be fair, most of the men as well, there is the unbounded arrogance of the author in thinking he can, unaided, inhabit and portray the mind of a 10-year-old black boy. Or even his physical being. (His hair, we are to believe, from his mouth, never gets messed up, and the buffalo soldiers' hair in general was despised by the Indians who found it difficult, due to its length, to obtain a scalp. Yes, he did. Bohjalian, I mean. And if you don't believe it's arrogance, turn to the acknowledgments. The author has thanked all sorts of "experts" on foster kids and everything else in the book--except any foster kids, or 10-year-old boys, or black children, themselves. Of course.
Then, of course, is the facile release of accountability for the "parents" of the fetus conceived during the supposed-to-be-one-time extramarital affair of the non-father to our black foster child, (possibly the only foster child, as intimated by his social worker, who hasn't stolen from his foster parents). The "mother" gets to allow the "father" out of any relationship, social, financial, spiritual, whatever, as if it were hers to decide, and the "father," despite his former avowal that he would do right by the child-to-come, gets to walk away. No matter that having children in this society is the biggest predictor of poverty. No matter that the child-to-come will someday have needs neither of the parents can anticipate. All in the service of the happy ending. Happy white couple that has weathered the storm (literally) that has taken their "biologic" (weird construction and one I've never confronted before in reading on adoption etc) children from them and each other from themselves gets to save the little black boy from himself. Ahh, all is right in this world.
And why did I choose to read this on International Women's Day (or at least the day off the holiday provided)? Poor planning, folks. Never again.