Charleston Gazette Mail, Saturday-Sunday, August 30-31, 2025.
“People Like Us” - Jason Mott, Penguins, August 2025, 237 pages.
As summer winds down you may be moved to switch from frothy beach reads or the latest spy thriller to something a bit more literary. To ease the transition between the two, consider “People Like Us.” This latest from from National Book Award winner Jason Mott is serious fiction with welcome touches of pure funny.
The book follows two male, Black writers. One, Soot, lives on his family’s land in North Carolina. He is visiting various places where there have been schoool shootings, to speak at the schools and to the communities. He is grieving the end of his marriage to Tasha and the loss of his daughter m, Mia, as she moves into adulthood.
The other writer is unnamed. He, like Mott, had just won The Big One (the NBA) and he’s on a speaking tour in Europe underwritten by a billionaire benefactor who had an incredibly interesting proposition for him. Oh, and a guy named Remus wants to kill him, but only after checking his teeth.
This is the first book by Mott that I have read, and it is chock-full of a bit of everything, even some magical realism (which I firmly believe is best left to writers named “Marquez,” for the most part.). Even still this book is fantastic.
It features a Scottish, Black chauffeur and an assistant who looks just like an imaginary friend called The Kid that the unnamed narrator had as a child. Plus an old girlfriend he discovers when she comes hurtling into his elevator, naked, while running from the wife of a doctor with whom she was having an affair, all in a hospital in Italy (the narrator was recovering from a stab wound.). Now, if that doesn’t at least pique your curiosity, I’m not sure I can do much else.
Did I mention his odd affinity for Nicolas Cage?
There is so much to love here, including a running gag that I won’t spoil, but that made me laugh every time.
Mott does an incredible job differentiating the voices of the two narrators; it almost reads as if two, distinct authors wrote the sections. Soot’s are quiet and somber, while the unnamed narrator’s are more lyrical - he had the cadences of a poet or a great hip-hop artist.
As one would expect, there is a fair amount of examination of what it means to be a Black man in Europe and in America, “…for the first time since I met him, he sounds all American. He sounds like Baltimore. He sounds like Atlanta. He sounds like Watts. He sounds like Brooklyn and the Source Awards and my dead grandmother’s chicken-and-rice recipe all rolled into one.”
And “people like us? What do we have? We don’t even have the South, which is the closest thing we’ll ever get to a homeland…I wonder what it feels like to be someplace in this world and not feel like an outsider.”
Mott’s prose is memorable, with lines like his description of Paris, “every brick looks like it’s made of old money,” and a character’s plaintive lament, “what do you do when your home doesn’t love you and all the other homes you tried to make a life in don’t love you either?”
The book will likely make my list as one of my favorites of 2025, which, as the unnamed narrator would say, is “gravy. Pure and total gravy.”