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264 pages, Paperback
Published March 21, 2016
First, I kept waiting (and waiting) for the characters to do something - anything! - that showed a little initiative and for the plot to give me a little dramatic conflict to hang on to, something against which the characters might react and develop. Instead, they just get shunted along by arbitrary authorial fate. At p. 68, I made a note: "I feel as if I'm still getting to know the characters and am waiting for some sort of action to take place. It feels like a sci-fi Grapes of Wrath. Wrong word usage is starting to bother me." I was being too generous with the Grapes of Wrath comparison, but this brings me to my next point.
The book was filled to bursting with poor editing, comma-splices, sentence-fragments, and my personal bête noire, wrong word usage. I'll provide only a few examples here: "their movement was an abhorration[sic] in the stagnant ambiance of the station." "He didn't pause at the barrier, he simply walked straight through with none of last night's palaver." [Maybe he means hesitation or trepidation?] "That elegant black lady in the beautiful dress was lying on the floor, sheltering her children in her arms and the contents of her basket spewed over the concrete." And then there are the weird metaphors: "Dolores wiped Aliyá's hair, uncovering a face that growled like an earthquake." "At first it was just the smallest of ripples in the anvil of La Mancha, but the hillocks soon grew."It isn't really until around p. 137 when finally we see any conflict develop that stirs the characters to action, and when we do, it feels contrived because we have never really gotten into their heads. To make matters worse, it's a love scenario that is comepletely implausible. My summation from my notes:
"Progress of a love affair: (1) kick her (2) apologize and if she smiles, sit down and put your arm around her (3) offer her a ride (4) in the car, run your fingers through her hair uninvited and stroke her cheek. Tell her she's pretty. (5) try to kiss her at the end of the ride."Of course, one might have seen this coming from an earlier gratuitous mention of Aliyá's "pert nipples" and "taut thighs" when she is isolated, told to strip, and then hosed down with some sort of gooey disinfectant in an intake procedure -- not exactly the sort of scenario that normally makes a woman feel all pert and taut and sexy. Later, after Aliyá's new boyfriend has dropped her back off at her concentration camp (yes, that's right), she meets a "stout black woman" who "rearranges her enormous breasts" and gives her advice on how to smuggle food they find in the trash back for the cook-pot: "We're both women, we both have places to secrete a firm carrot, and maybe even enjoy it in the process." Everything about this scene is so deliciously bad it's funny but not, unfortunately, funny in the way the author hopes.
In the interest of brevity, I'll try to summarize other problems I had with the plot and characterization. Explanation of the characters' motivations is almost completely lacking. Plot points and character decisions "just happen" when it's convenient for the story. Ramifications of repeated irresponsible decisions on the part of characters have implausibly minor consequences: (Oh, yeah, hi boss! Sorry I did a no-call-no-show on the news hour bearing my name! What!? Just because I wanted to get laid? Well, heh, uhh... Ok. Ok, I'll see you tomorrow then!). Aliyá's father seems to pop in and out of existence at the author's convenience (Aliyá and Vincent are having sexy time in the top bunk of her 4-bunk room while, apparently, her father is in the other bunk right across the way). And finally, a bit before the cliff-hanger ending of the book, the author decides that we need a specific villain (for the sequel?) other than the system as a whole, so who do we meet? A bad-guy general who is (a) short, (b) has a high voice, and as if this alone weren't enough to inspire our hatred, (c) he wears a HITLER MOUSTACHE!!!*Drops mic* I'm out.