I had a pretty good idea of what I was getting myself into when I chose to read this book —
I had read plenty ‘about it’. Even before it was released in September of this year — I listened to Colson Whitehead speak about how much fun he had writing it — the first book of a series.
I laughed when he said, “yeah, something a little different”….
when his other two novels : “The Underground Railroad” and “The Nickel Boys” were each very different from each also. But, yes….‘something’ a little different from Colson. …..
I met Colson Whitehead a couple of years ago at UC Santa Cruz (with my friend Margie)…when he did a book-reading for “The Nickel Boys”.
It was so pleasantly surprising to learn how FUNNY-BOUNCY- and ADORABLY-COOL Colson was …. (in his school-boy-t-shirt and keds)…I’m not surprised at all that the two-time Pulitzer Prize winner wrote a *romp*.
So…..I waited awhile to read this book. Mixed reviews were coming out — I was worried I’d fall into the low rating group — why? It just sounded too much like a ‘dude’ book (yes, aware I’m being sexist)…but I was hoping — I’d love it.
I ended up liking it much more than expected—but in order to keep myself ‘present’ - deeply engaged - I found myself …( don’t laugh)…reading at least half of this book OUT-LOUD….(to the air in my house)… maybe our birds were listening?
Once again, I’m so IMPRESSED with Colson….
….the visuals, the crazy characters, (HARLEM itself being one of characters), the atmosphere, the neighborhood, the history of Harlem in the ‘60’s ….(‘The Donna Reed’ show era), the family-business retail life-style living ….(clearly, without having to even be said, it’s a novel about race)…..
but what stands out to me is simply - unapologetically - an old fashion crime-amusement- escapade.
Ray Carney was trying to maintain a legitimate furniture business, while occasionally dragged into devious-sketchy elbow-grease….(thank you cousin Freddie) ….
The relationship between Ray and Freddie was often a kick….
“The waitress walked over and muttered something. Freddie winked at her, plucked a sandwich crust off Carney’s plate and gobbled it up. When she retreated, Freddie said,
‘What’s on around town?’”
“That meant gimme dirt, in his lingo”.
The LANGUAGE is soooo mind-blowing masterful!
Reading excerpts like this out loud become extra sparkly.
“Tonight he was on another Moskowitz rendezvous, but Times Square ‘round midnight was a different creature, an incandescent, stupefying bazaar. White bulbs rippled on and off in waves across bold marquees, thin neon tubes capered and pranced—a pink martini glass, a galloping horse—among a clamor of honks and whistles and big-band brass out of dance halls”.
PARTS WERE VERY CHARMING (can I say that about a crime-family-saga- story?)…..
It has raunchy thrills, squeamish moments, hilarity, pathos, plenty of action —but also….plenty of warmth……
Starting with the protagonists- Ray Carney > his character is so well developed….it’s hard to believe that he isn’t a real person - owner of the Harlem furniture store…..passed down to him by his lawbreaker father. It’s also almost hard to believe that the ‘Harlem Furniture Store’, isn’t a real store standing in Harlem ….with the old sign out front reading:
“The ‘& Sons [“The Sign had never been aspirational”]
Given that Ray’s father was a criminal…the way Ray saw things — and perhaps the books strongest themes:
“Living taught you that you didn’t have to live the way you’d been taught to live. You came from one place but more important was where you decided to go”.
Like most Harlemites, Carney grew up with broken glass in the playground,….the smell of gun smoke, thieves, bandits, rooms that smelled like cigarettes and cigar smoke.
Cheap beer soaked into floorboards, revolting stains on an old couch….
Side-street saloons, gamblers, goons, drunks, crooks— illicit business-secret police, roughnecks, bouncing checks, rich people who were as bent as gangsters but didn’t have to hide, uptown train rides, hot dogs…
evening rendezvous’s…..
Balancing straight-lace intentions with tragedies of crime turned out to be rather fun for this normally-non-lethal mobster-underworld reader.
I was reminded of words from Ghandi …..
“you must be the change you wish to see the world”.