If it seems I’ve been reading more black American and African fiction lately, it’s because I really have and the library is to blame. Our library appears to be on the mission to solve the racial crisis in the US by acquiring as many relevant and diverse books for their digital catalogue as possible. The thing is (and this is quite telling in itself) no one seems to be reading them. While popular fiction such as thrillers, NYT bestsellers, etc. is always out with months long waiting lists, race related fiction by authors of color, etc. just sits there, perennially available. So I check these books out, to gain perspective, to self edify, to possibly find that magical impossibility…a book on race that actually works. And this one actually came close, surprisingly so, for a random debut, but there you have it. A story of a 22 year old kid who, despite mixed genes, passes for white and, due to an early upbringing by a vitriolically racist grandfather, grows up to be a very ethnically and ideologically confused young man. Nevertheless, he’s a decent kid, he works a lot to help out his alcoholic single mother, he lives a quiet life, he follows all the rules. Until an old schoolfriend of his gets released from prison and crashes back into his life like some sort of an incendiary device. Aaron is white, from a well to do family, back in the day he was a scrawny comic geek with a potent affinity for black culture bac, which made him a laughing stock and an outcast back in school. Now he’s a musclebound juggernaut of rage with white power ideology prominently tattooed on his brain and body. First thing out Arron already gets into a racially charged confrontation and bricks a kid, making his friend an unwilling accomplice. The rest of the book our protagonist spends in a permanent conflict of conscience and a permanent state of fear. There seems to be no easy choices between loyalty, family, friendship, doing the right thing, etc. And on top of it all his mother who can’t seem to stay on the wagon manages to reconnect with his father, the man he was told was dead all these years. It’s a lot for anyone to process. Especially a kid. Especially with the O.J. trial ruled 1995 for a set scenery. So there you have it, a proper drama, a complex character driven drama featuring genuinely complex multilayered characters. It’s a sad story, a tragedy, really, and it wouldn’t have worked any other way. Some messages are best delivered that way, to make more of an emotional gut punch. And yes, it does offer a very potent somber conversation on race and does it well. Sure, one can argue that it features some oversimplifications, like how every white character in the book is horrible in some way, while the black ones stay fairy noble. But there’s enough grey territory and moral ambiguity overall to make the story function. Plus that’s the entire thing about racism…it can’t be talked about with pure perfect objectivity, there’s always going to be some sort of bias, it’s too inherently loaded and perspective based matter. Also, there are some random things, like why did the mother decide to not go through with abortion is never explained properly. She had no education, barely any means of support and a fondness for drink, the father bails and she’s suddenly all about bringing a biracial baby into her profoundly racist family. I mean, she had no idea he’d turn out white enough to pass. Things like that, small things. But overall, the novel worked, I found it to be very engaging and difficult to put down. A very dynamic narrative, optimal for its essentially snowball to avalanche like structure and the character writing was really excellent. All in all, a pretty good entry into a necessary but nearly impossible conversation. Recommended.