SPOILER ALERT
I'm starting this review when I'm on page 191 because I'm so irked by it all. This book is one long drawn out sigh.
Le sigh.
At page 191 I was going to rate two stars but after the "truth" about Jodi's charges, uh yeah no way in hell is that even fathomable. One star is too many.
None of it makes any damn sense. Folks, this is what happens when you have an inkling of a premise IDEA and then force characters into it. What do you get? A reactive "protagonist". Characters whose identities, attributes, and even names get all mixed up because they're so ambiguous. And a whole lot of nothing that goes no where.
If I learned anything from this book, it's that mountainfolk of WV are all undereducated simpletons. The men are abusive drug addicts or dealers. The women are all victims of their lives. Children don't need school and if they're taken out of it, nobody says a damn thing. If a 6 yr old causes the death of an infant then jumps out a window, the supervising adult walks away scot-free. A person can spend nearly two decades in prison and not only have zero PTSD or nightmares from the experience but can readjust to life outside perfectly fine after reminding herself that she likes to drive.
First off, somebody please tell me what newspaper in any point in history would print anything like those about Ricky and Paula's dead infant. Paula's father, in this paper, is quoted as saying about Ricky that "the little Bastard" had murdered her infant. Oh, really, newspapers quote what everybody said during the initial report, quote swears in a murder report, and provide details like blood pouring from a child's ears and eyes? Perhaps times were just that different in the 80s. I doubt it, but hey, sure I'll give the benefit of the doubt. But then that next clipping... you're screwing with me right? I mean, You HAVE to be screwing with me. The next report says all charges dropped because we don't know what 6 yr old Ricky did to kill that infant and we may never know. (SPOILER NEWSFLASH we never find out either). He can't be held responsible so end of story k bye. WHAT!? You mean to tell me that our protagonist spent EIGHTEEN YEARS in prison for manslaughter, but daddy dearest, who was in charge of said 6 yr old and infant, faced ZERO charges despite that, during his lack of supervision, an infant ended up dead and a 6 yr old jumped out of a window? No investigation as to whether it was true or if he was thrown from a window. No charges of manslaughter for the unsupervised infant that ended up dead. No charges of negligence that lead an unsupervised child to even have the chance to kill an infant. No charges of child abuse or neglect. Nothing. What fantasy world is this??? Maybe it's the fact that the sheriff shared the same last name as the family, and Jodi ponders this possible relation briefly, but then nothing ever comes up again about it. It seems everybody is screwed up, suffers no real consequences, the law can just be written off and nobody questions it and we're just supposed to accept this as realistic.
I hate everybody in this book. When I can even keep track of all the damn names. Jodi, Paula, Ricky/Patrick, Bella, Miranda, Lee, Tamara, Irene, Andy, Donnie, Dennis, AJ, Ross, Rosalba, Kaleb, and on and on and on. There are so many first names thrown in that for the first time, I struggled remembering who was who. I kept mixing up Donnie and Dennis and kept forgetting all the men's women's names. And don't get me started on Jodi referring to her parents by their first names to top it all off. I kept thinking maybe she had issues with her dad and Irene was his second wife and that being the reason. Nope. It felt more so like the author had a list of character names to use, forced them all in, and couldn't be bothered to remember that real people sometimes refer to others by mom and dad or anything of the sort.
I can't tell if the author is writing any of this from experience or not. Her bio on the book only lists all of her awards and nothing of anything personal so for all I know she never lived in a small podunk poor town. Because I have. And yes, poor people sometimes make poor choices and drink, steal, repeat. But literally every single person in this book are all POSs. Absolute train wrecks. Not a single redeeming anybody around. But it's because they're all poor in a small town that's how it is. Um no. All the men are abusive dead beat a-holes. All the women are just along for the ride and victims of their poor choices at the hands of men or other misguided women. Moral of the story we're all victims and it's nobody's fault, especially not our own. Everybody smokes and drinks CONSTANTLY. There's nobody trying to make better for themselves, nobody trying to overcome their circumstances. The book is literally about different people all driving to different places doing a whole lot of nothing, pissing through last dollars and cigarettes, and reacting to minor changes in the environment.
The best way I could sum this up is this: this is a book written by a landscape painter who was told that in order to be a famous artist, they need to switch over to portrait painting instead. The author can describe BEAUTIFUL scenery, but within the context of these cardboard characters that fit the stereotype of what the upper class sees in poor people, and within the lack of plot, the beautiful scenery is a mountain-scape background in an otherwise trash movie made with a cellphone.
Like I said, I can't tell if the author has any experience in living in the setting among the types of characters in this book, but as someone who has, it felt more like someone's IDEA of what poor mountain people do in their free time. Like, drug addicts, convicts, and thieves do other things like work and go to church or OH YEAH MAYBE SCHOOL. Like HELLO you supposedly care about these boys so much that they just HAVE to be with you, never mind education, proper medical treatment (because, you know, when a deep wound is infected, to fix it all you have to do is remove the stitches and the infection will disappear like magic). If these kids were all taken out of school, the school system alone would have the law on their asses. I just don't even know what to make of this. Frequently people are called "privileged" if they aren't unemployed and high on something. Never mind that these people could have just as screwed up pasts as anybody else but because they have their shit together, they are labeled as privileged. So basically there are two camps in this book. The privileged and the drug addicts who just try to do right by doing literally nothing at all. Ever. Except eat hot dogs, smoke, pop pills, buy more alcohol, and drive aimlessly.
Look, my husband's family is from WV. Hubby and I married in the mountains of WV on his family's former land that had been theirs for generations but is now a little log cabin-turned church. We grew up in the town that became known as the center of the great recession. We know mountainfolk of WV, we know small town troubles, we know hard life with difficult choices and too much substance abuse and we sure as hell know what it means to be poor. This book is filled with more of a stereotype than any real people. I guess what bothers me the most is just how far from reality everything is in this book. From the people to the circumstances to the stereotypical poor mountainman who abuses his family and is a drunk to the cliche single mom with three kids and a prick of an ex to the rockstar who can't get over not being famous anymore to the convict who can't overcome... I could go on and on.
The writing just doesn't mesh with the character or story whatsoever. You've got flowery language of a third person narrator and a hick trashy story being told by it. It just doesn't mesh. I don't even know how to describe it. Maybe imagine a highly educated fairy floating above and reporting the goings-on in a crack house. That's what this feels like.
But even the writing is so all over the place. Commas where missing in half the places, making everything read awkwardly or sentences out of order and illogical. This one gave me pause and a good laugh: "In addition to tobacco, Rosalba kept in her backpack playing cards decorated with images of Catholic saints and a bottle of tequila." page 164. It took me a second to realize the saints were not each holding their own tequila bottles. There were several sentences structured like this where I had to reread it to figure out what was supposed to be really happening. Granted, my book is an ARC so perhaps this was fixed before final printing, and if so, completely disregard this paragraph.
These characters lack a human element. Everybody trusts complete strangers and nothing ever goes awry. Miranda gets humiliated on stage? Go hitch a ride with a trucker and move in with his sister. Guy shows up in the front yard with a shotgun? Go berry picking with him. Oh and bring three young children along too. Want to go out drinking with your brothers but have those pesky kids to deal with? Leave them with the woman your brother dropped off because she has no papers and fled from the cartel. She ran her hand through one of the kid's hair, so she's cool.
I kept hoping for an Erin Brockovich type story. Poor women with children overcome their shortcomings in life by taking on the fracking industry and winning. Like studying up, fighting with the activists, maybe even being a spy in the ranks, working on the fracking site while saving up money to buy back Effie's land then WHAM using insight to build an EPA case against the frackers. But no. We get child abuse and neglect, drugs and alcohol galore, and driving around and smoking. I am pretty sure cigarettes/smoking and every variation of those words appeared more often than the protagonist's name. To be fair, there are something like 20+ different first names dropped in the book so there isn't much room for the protag's name or anything else besides the details of every single characters chain smoking habit. Ugh my lungs hurt just reading this.
Can somebody explain to me how kidnapping and holding a hostage and then killing your gf in jealous cold blood gets one a manslaughter charge? W(in)T(actual)F did I just read? How was none of that mentioned anywhere in the book? How are we supposed to just take in this last minute reveal and be like 'oh, okay, somehow cold blooded murder and kidnapping and cross country robbery can magically transform into manslaughter.' There are severe issues here that we needed discussed! Are we supposed to somehow surmise that the omniscient narrator didn't know there were more charges or that it wasn't mere manslaughter as if Jodi had been lying to the all-knowing nameless third person narrator? Of course not. So we're supposed to genuinely believe that those charges magically turned into manslaughter. COME ON. She was dirt poor with dirt poor family. Don't tell me she magically acquired a great attorney to sleep with the jury and judge to get that kind of charge. I just don't understand how these details were allowed to be left without clarification and yet all the grueling amounts of details on smells and colors in the air and how much smoking happened were the necessary bits left in. I don't even know what to do with this. I can't really be expected to just roll with this can I? Is this some joke and I missed the punchline?
Ending was sorta uh... 'oh hey look out there, there's a world out there and I don't have to stay in my old life. The end.' Ehhhh....