Trouble the Saints troubled this reader. Even after reading other reviews, I did not find in this book anything close to what I was expecting. I was hoping for righteous women of color kicking ass and taking names. Or an alternate history of World War II, where soldiers wield magic along with rifles. Or a story of forbidden love, where our young lovers must overcome their obstacles and themselves to be together. I did not find any of these things in Trouble the Saints. What I did find was magnificent prose wielded by surgeon of writer, intent on showing you the story you want to read, just within your grasp, but unwilling to hand it over, satisfaction like the carrot before the mule, dangling in plane sight, but forever out of reach.
This book followed three protagonists, but contains no heroes. Phyllis, Dev, and Tamara all think that they are good people who just happened to be wrapped up in a situation where everyone around them is evil. They all think they're the good kid, who sits above their peers on the moral high ground. Each of them goes through a realization of their own faults, and their own guilt, and each set out on a redemption arc. I found it incredibly frustrating how naive these three were in moments of self reflection, when their judgments of each other, and of the other characters in the story were so prescient. Ultimately, their failure to confront their own faults leads to their redemption stories lacking gravity to redeem them of their previous sins.
The magic in Trouble the Saints is interesting, but not very well explained, or utilized by the wielders. Some people of color have magic powers tied to their hands. Each of these "Hands" has it's own unique abilities. Phyllis's hands are imbued with superpowered dexterity, which she has used to become a knife-throwing assassin. Dev's hands can perceive any threat to anyone. Tamara's hands have the power to tell people's future using a deck of playing cards like a tarot deck. These "hands" have always developed throughout history in subjugated peoples to be used against the white oppressor. So it was disappointing that these three would-be heroes used the power of their hands to serve the Russian Mafia rather than to break off the chains of oppression of segregated society in the 1940s.
The love story between Phyllis and Dev, or Dev and Tamara, or Tamara and Phyllis is NOT one of forbidden love. They all were able to be with each other at anytime. Rather, it seemed to me that one kept removing themself from the equation either as self punishment, or to punish their lovers. Again with seeing yourself on a moral high ground, despite your own flaws. They all were so close to satisfaction throughout the book, and it was awfully frustrating to watch them all come so close to finding happiness with themselves and with each other, and to miss it every time they were given the opportunity.
Alaya Dawn Johnson carved her prose in Trouble the Saints with as much grace as Phyllis had with her knives. I was absolutely transported when she was writing of 1940s Harlem. I swear I could smell the sweat and spilled liquor on the sticky dance floor of The Pelican, the Harlem gin joint where most of our story takes place. There was a lot of slow-revealed backstory, seamlessly woven with the action of the present. The back and forth time jumps were easy to follow and came at just the right pace to keep my interest in both theaters. Truly, the writing itself is this novel's strongest point, more than the characters, the magic, the sex, or even the setting itself, which was also brilliant.
I didn't particularly enjoy reading Trouble the Saints. As engrossing as the words on the page were, the story they told was frustrating and unsatisfying. I think that was intentional though. The societal problems that our main characters, all people of color in 1940s Harlem, encountered are still prevalent in our society today, and just as their own individual redemption arcs remained unfulfilled, so does the promise of a future of equality. To me this was a pessimistic story about three anti-heroes who couldn't face themselves, any more than America was ready to face its' own heart of darkness in the 1940s. As a work of literature it was outstanding in a genre that often lacks this caliber of prose and introspection. As a speculative fiction book, it just wasn't a whole lot of fun.
I would like to thank the author, publisher, and netgalley for the opportunity to read and review Trouble the Saints, by Alaya Dawn Johnson.