I borrowed this book from the library, and I'm glad that I did, despite the 3 month wait for it, because I would have been VERY aggravated if I had paid for it. OK, that might be a bit harsh, but... really, no, it's not. This book did not work for me. According to my Libby app stats I picked up this book 23 times over 11 days. For a 200 page book.
At the beginning, I was very much affected by the horrific nature of the assaults and violations and betrayals that put these women in this situation of having to determine what to do to protect themselves and their children. These women, and their girl children, one as young as three, had been drugged and raped, repeatedly, by men of their own small, secluded community. They now had to decide what to do about it. Their religious leader informed them that if they are to be forgiven by God (!), they must first forgive the numerous men (and teens!) who had violated them... and go back to life as normal. Which for them means illiteracy, ignorance, and complete submission and subjugation to men.
I read the first 30% of this book in a seething rage.
And then... they talked. And it was boring. I get that this is likely realistic. But I have issues with it nonetheless. For reasons. Which I will discuss below, and likely rage over, so this is your warning that there will be spoilers ahead. Read on at your own risk.
OK... so. The further this book went on, the more rage I felt... just it was different this time. It was no longer about the content of the book, or even the fact that it was based on a true event, it was about the framing of it.
Here's the thing. This book is, by all accounts, a showcase of women finding their own authority and agency and learning how to stand and speak and act for themselves. Yet... it failed at that for me, because everything we read is actually recounted by a man. Where this book should be laser focused on the women, their discussions, their voices, their lives, their choices, their needs, THEM... it's all filtered through the fucking male gaze.
I don't know if I have the words to describe how this made me feel. We have this man, an outsider, a sympathizer, a decent guy (according to him), taking the minutes for these discussions, and that's what we're reading. But so often, SO VERY VERY OFTEN, he interjects with his own views and opinions and observations, and HE is very focused on his unrequited love interest in the room. Even at the end of the book, after the women have made their choice and went about it, he had to continue HIS story and HIS feelings and HIS history... AND I'M SORRY, WHAT THE FUCK!?
This is NOT ABOUT HIM. Why do I give a single shit about this man or his feelings about this woman? Or even who he is? I don't. It's completely irrelevant. I picked this up to read about the women taking back their own lives, on their terms, and in their way after atrocious and disgusting attacks on them... and yet, that's somehow secondary to this guy having a crush on someone. Every observation of a woman that WASN'T Crush Girl was (or at least seemed and felt to me) to be a bit unflattering in some way, if not outright negative. Everyone was compared to Crush Girl and came out wanting. She was nicer, she was prettier, she laughed more, she was braver, she was smarter, she appreciated facts more, she was just perfect, and everyone else was just... also present.
We are reading this man's recounting of the events of the meeting, and he is filtering them for us through his perspective and priorities. I literally could not believe what the fuck I was seeing. There is literally zero reason that this book needed to be framed as the minutes of a meeting. Almost any other narrative device would have worked better, but this author chose to frame this book THIS way and have a man 'speak' for the women.
To make matters worse, the story ends for the women when they leave to set about their decision. We get no closure for them. We don't know what happened to them. These women's voices and their story and their decisions were once again put into male hands to relay at his discretion. He could decide what, how, how much, and if to tell any or all of it, or change it completely. And I don't trust Mr. Minutes Taker - he's the epitome of an unreliable narrator for me. He SAYS that he was not living in the colony when all of these rapes were happening, he says that he's different from the other men, considered a "half man" for reasons that seem to be implied as having to deal with toxic masculinity attacking him for being a more sensitive type... but he could literally write anything at all and who would know the difference? He's our window to this story.
This book is so damn flawed and problematic that I'm mad I wasted my time on it. Literally everything about this is tainted by the narrative structure and framing of the book being from a man's perspective. And that, for THIS kind of book, about such serious issues and themes, is unforgivable for me.
1 star.