I have mixed feelings about this book. A poet, Castillo's prose is broken into short story-like segments that jump back and forth between his childhood, his parent's narrative, and his recent experiences with illegal immigration, diaspora, citizenship, and dysfunctional family dynamics.
There was a certain strength in this book, that I believe warrant the three stars, but first, what bothered me personally:
While Castillo has some lovely prose throughout and likes to wax poetically in his memoirs, I also struggled to not roll my eyes at some of his philosophies, such as repeatedly ruminating on the abstract concept of constructed borders and the separations he has experienced all his life and how unknowable borders were while flying above them in an airplane, to then throw in a line about looking out the airplane window, noting the terrain, and knowing he had crossed into a different country. "Ach," you may scoff at me, "That's the beauty and irony of his prose." Perhaps. But when reading it, it didn't feel intentional, and I didn't get a similar feel from the rest of his prose, so it didn't work for me personally.
My biggest struggle, probably, is that I felt like Castillo exists to be the victim. While his life has clearly been a struggle, and as an American, I fully acknowledge the incredibly shitty, dehumanizing, and unfair way in which this country handles undocumented citizens, Castillo also comes across to me as someone who would claim himself a victim of circumstance regardless of his situation.
There are many instances, particularly in the beginning, where he emphasizes that everything has been done to him. Always, it is what has been done to him. Throughout the entire text, there is very little about what he has done to himself (alcoholism, attitude, etc).
In terms of his undocumented status in America, he recounts many impressions of his lack of existence, but rarely gives solid examples of this. He mentions some details in passing about his navigation of society while living in such a tenuous state, but rarely delves into the actual details of if. He writes about his experience and America with a sort of hate, or at least resentment of its treatment of him, and I couldn't help but wonder why he was even staying in America in the first place. In thinking back, in all his snippets describing the journey of his parents into America as illegal immigrants, he never seems to acknowledge their role in his position. Entering illegally, the parents knowingly put their children in this position of existing-but-not-existing; it may have been to give them a chance at a better future, but it was still a decision of knowingly placing this burden on your children, by entering illegally. (In my understanding, theirs was not a decision based on need, more of desire.) While I don't condone America's current policies, it is also frustrating to read passages of victimization while only acknowledging the wrongs of one party responsible in a two-guilty-parties scenario; it is a complicated arrangement of guilt, moralities, etc., but this book felt very narrow in its treatment of the issue.
This is not to say that I think immigrants should be treated poorly, or that their children should be put in such difficult positions, or that Castillo himself can't naturally side with his family and their position, but it all played into the mentality of victimhood that my opinion on Castillo and his narrative voice was a bit soured.
If this book, as you may deduce from the above, isn't much about his actual personal experiences, what is it about? In reality, it's mostly about his complicated relationship with his father, before and after the father was deported and separated from the family for over a decade.
Castillo's treatment of his father is as messy and complicated as his own feelings for him seems to be. His father, by Castillo's account, is not the best of men. He is an abusive narcissist, and his separation seems to be treated as both a tragedy and a blessing. This is another complicated aspect of Castillo's narrative: his is a story about a family "torn apart" by the deportation of his father. But there is very little addressed about this; it almost seems like the separation was the best thing for all involved, and his father seems to have been happy to be in Mexico, except for his restriction from seeing his wife or living with his wife. Again, though, the tragedy is minimized by the impression that that was the best for everyone. (He has several siblings, by the way, but you'd barely know it from the text.)
Castillo repeatedly returns to describing his father and their complicated relationship. It really is the primary focus of the book. But it is neither Castillo nor his father that are truly what makes this book worth something; what does is the women in his life: his mother, and his wife.
While Castillo's wife gets relatively little treatment aside from detailing her company on much of his journey trying to get citizenship and immigration rights dealt with for his parents, she is an obvious strength in the background, and I believe she deserves more credit that she is really given in his text.
What really makes this memoir worth the read, though, is Castillo's mother. Castillo's mother is a complicated character but is ultimately one impossible to not root for. For all the time Castillo takes to leave poetic impressions on himself and his father and their complicated relationship with America, it is the impressions left of the women in his life that will stick with me long after the rest of the book has faded from memory.
Thank you to Harper for providing an ARC for review purposes via a Goodreads giveaway.