Book Review: Right As Rain

“The finer points don’t matter to her. All those theories you read about, whether or not I was doing my job, or if I made a bad split-second decision, or if it was the lack of training, or the Glock…none of that matters to her and I can understand it. She looks at me, the only thing she sees is the guy who killed her son.”

Right As Rain was given to me by a good friend of mine. It’s a mystery-thriller, a genre that I would have never chosen for myself. My friend told me that the story was set here in D.C. and since I am a daughter of The Capital City, I decided to give it a go. I am so glad that I did. With Right As Rain, George Pelecanos has offered an intriguing and authentic tale of police corruption, race relations and the drug trade in Washington, D.C.

Right As Rain centers around Derek Strange, a DC cop turned private investigator who has been hired by the mother of Chris Wilson, a young black police officer who was killed while out of uniform by Terry Quinn, a fellow officer who is white with a well known short fuse. Mrs. Wilson believes that her son has been dishonored and wants his name cleared. Strange reluctantly takes on the case and quickly enlists the help of Chris’ killer, Quinn, to help him get to the bottom of the case.

Derek Strange is a smooth and intelligent man and is very good at what he does. He understands the realities of the city and how things work and why. He sees everything clearly except for his on-again, off-again love relationship with Janine who is his office administrator. Terry Quinn has struggled with his personal demons surrounding how he perceives race ever since the shooting. It especially affects his attempt at a relationship with a young law student named Juana, a black woman with whom he is absolutely smitten.

These characters are so believable and I was able to sympathize with them right away. My favorite character was Terry Quinn. I was surprised that I was able to have so much sympathy for this man that killed a black man on a dark street basically just because he was black. His demons were so real and his struggle with them was significant to the story.

Strange and Quinn uncovered more than they ever thought they would in investigating why Chris Wilson was killed. Who would have thought that a cop murder in downtown D.C. would lead to the slaughter of Columbian drug mules in the exurbs, dirty cops and one good girl gone terribly bad thanks to a heroin addiction? The story took so many twists and turns, I never knew what was coming next, but with every turn of the page I wanted to know more. This was one of those books that you end up staying up way past your bedtime because you just can’t put it down!

What impressed me the most about Right As Rain was how authentically “D.C.” it was. Many movies and books have been made and written about the Nation’s Capital and very few of them stay true to the spirit of this town. They’re usually about “Washington”- the monuments, museums and federal government. This story was about D.C. as I know it: Brookland, Georgia Avenue, Union Station, North Capitol Street, The Metro’s Red Line and Crisfield’s in Silver Spring. My own neighborhood and street was even mentioned a few times. I was able to picture every location mentioned which made it all even more exciting for me.

This is a great book. It lived up to everything I’ve been told about George Pelecanos and I look forward to reading more from this author.

-Cashawn

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Malca’s Favorite Books of 2010

I stepped outside of my box when it came to my book selections in 2010. I really wanted get out of the rut of reading the same types of books by the same types of authors and I think I achieved that goal. I read quite a few books last year and surprisingly my favorite books were the ones that weren’t the type that I usually read.

Cereus Blooms at Night by Shani Mootoo 
When I feel like I’ve read everything there is to read I log in to Amazon to look for books that are far away from the sites recommendations and my comfort zone. After that I log in to my library search engine and place books on hold get it poppin’. This book was one of those random finds. The story centers around Mala Ramchandin, her sister, Asha, and the other inhabitants of the fictional Caribbean island of Lantanacamara. We are introduced to Mala when she is admitted to an elderly home among suspicions of her being a murderer and all out crazy. Tyler, the first male nurse in Lantanacamara is the only nurse who’ll take care of Mala and is also the narrator for the story. The story centers around their unconventional friendship, while attempting to make sense of Mala’s sordid childhood, alcoholic father and missing mother and sister.  It took me a while to get into this book because  I had no idea what was going on the first couple chapters, but, once I realized who was narrating the story and that the author refers to the character Asha by different names I couldn’t put the book down. The sights and smells were so vivid that I can still remember them months later while writing this review.
                                                                                                                                       
 
River Cross My Heart by Breena Clarke                              An Oprah’s book club recommendation; this is the story of Johnnie Mae, a young African American woman living in the Jim Crow South who must deal with the tragic loss of her younger sister Clara, for which she feels responsible, and the racist town she lives in all while trying to make it through adolescence. This is one of those stories that really doesn’t have much of a storyline but is still good because the writing is amazing…if that even makes sense. It focuses on the many impacts of racism, some that I had never even realized. And while the novel was hard for me to read at times because of the depressing subject matter, I think the death of Clara was added to the story to for the reader to ponder if the racist society they lived in inadvertently caused her death. Thanks O!
 
The Six Liter Club by Harry Kraus                                                                              The Six Liter Club is about the life of Dr. Camille Weller, the first African-American woman trauma surgeon of the Medical College of Virginia. “Six Liter Club” refers to the illustrious club for those few surgeons that are able to save a patient who has lost six liters of blood and Camille becomes a member of the club within the first few days of her residency. Camille must fight racism and sexism in her career and also struggles to fight the demons of a past that she has a hard time remembering but still manages to haunt her daily. This book was written by a white author about a African-American woman and centers around themes unfamiliar to those outside of the medical community like myself, so I wasn’t really sure about this book. I think most of us can  relate to Camille’s plight on some level, though, and if not, you should at least get a kick out of some of the drama in the novel because there is plenty from start to finish.
 
Girls Of Riyadh by Rajaa Alsanea
Like a Saudi Arabian Sex And The City, Girls of Riyadh follows the lives of Gamrah, Lamees, Michelle and Sadeem, four upper-class women who have more drama than a little bit. This book was a Dollar Tree find. When I picked it up, I had no idea this book was banned in Saudi Arabia because of the risqué subject matter (which would be considered tame here) about sex, love and the freedom to marry who we choose. The book is told from the perspective of a mystery woman who is familiar with all of the ladies but never reveals herself and tells stories of the ladies lives from a Yahoo chat group weekly. I love that the author was able to teach those of us on the outside about her culture while also managing to provide an entertaining read. So glad I had the chance to read this novel.

Some Sing, Some Cry by Ntozake Shange & Ifa Bayeza
I have to pat myself on the back for finishing this book. I’m a fast reader and I’ve read some big books but this book was huge. Not just huge in size but huge also in the amount of characters the reader is introduced to as well. Some Sing, Some Cry starts off on an island in South Carolina where freed slave Mah Bette and her granddaughter, Eudora, are forced from their home in the wetlands and move into the city. The story centers around Mah Bette, a freed slave and her influence on seven generations of family. The novel travels from Charleston to New York to Chicago to Paris but the second biggest theme next to Mah Bette is music and how it brings the family together, while also ripping it apart.  I enjoyed Eudora, the headstrong granddaughter of Mah Bette, who set out to start her own business as a dressmaker and was later viciously raped by white men. resulting in the birth of her daughter, Elma. I also liked Lizzie, the wild-child second daughter of Eudora who fought like hell to make her dream of becoming a star come true even at the sake of the relationship with her own daughter, Cinnamon.  Written by Ntozake Shange (For Colored Girls) and her sister Ifa Bayeza (award winning playwright), this is an epic novel in every sense of the word. The sisters take turns writing the novel with different writing styles and dialects, and along with the millions of characters, it got a little confusing. But, just breathe, give yourself about a week or two to read this book, and you’ll be glad when you finish.

The two book books I reviewed for The Page Turners, Hold Love Strong and Third Girl From the Left were also great reads that I highly recommend.

What is your favorite film adaptation of a book?

Every Wednesday we are going to give you readers a chance to tell us about different aspects of books and reading in your life.   One or more of the Page Turners will answer the question and then we would like to hear from you!

Quite often books are turned into movies, some of them being terrible, but there are some that manage to make a great impact and provide us with some fabulous entertainment.  My favorite is “Shawshank Redemption” which is a film adaptation of the novella  Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption, by Stephen King from his collection Different Seasons.

What is your favorite film adaptation of  a book?

Wednesday Lit Roundup

Aside

As part of a weekly feature, The Page Turners are here to share a piece of what we’re currently reading. Anyone can participate! Just do the following:

  • Grab your current read
  • Open to a random page
  • Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
  • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
  • Share the title, page number & author, too, so that other readers can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

“Doesn’t make much sense”, said Strange. “I’ll give you that. But let’s suppose Wilson did just pull over and decide to do his job,whether he was wearin’ his uniform or not.”  pg. 170, Right As Rain by George Pelecanos – Cashawn

 

 

 

“Carmel literally saw red, as though blood clots had drifted over her pupils.  In the corridor outside Homicide, she grabbed over her pupils.” Certain Prey by John Sandford – Alise

 

 

 

What are you reading?

Book Review: Jesus Boy

“I averted my eyes and in a sudden move wrenched my hand from her grasp. When I dared look again, the hand that had held mine was brushing tears.
‘Don’t forget about me Elwyn.’
Strange music began to play in my head. Was my light-headedness a result of her flowery perfume? The memory of the shape and feel of her waist? God forgive me, I silently prayed, this is Brother Morrisohn’s widow. Brother Morrisohn, a man I loved.
‘I won’t forget you,’ I said.
When I got to my car, where Peachie awaited, I was breathing as though I’d just run a great distance.”

And so begins the love affair at the center of Jesus Boy, Preston L. Allen’s hilarious, satirical novel about the outrageous happenings at the Church of Our Blessed Redeemer Who Walked Upon the Waters. Sixteen year old Elwyn Parker, devout believer, respected youth in his community, and piano prodigy suddenly finds himself stumbling into a May-December romance with his deceased godfather’s 40 year old widow, Sister Morrisohn.

“And then I wept some more because the more she rubbed my neck, the more forgiveness I needed. For when she got down on her knees beside me and began to pray against my face, the very scent of her expanded my lungs like a bellows, and her breathing — her warm breath against my cheeks, my ear, into my eyes burning hot with tears — was everything I imagined a lover’s kiss might be.”

When shining light on the sins of the saints at the Church of Our Blessed Redeemer Who Walked Upon the Waters, Allen does not stop at Elwyn and Sister Morrisohn’s indiscretions. We are also introduced to Elwyn’s former life long crush, Peachie, who at sixteen, shockingly becomes pregnant by and immediately marries, an upwardly mobile minister in the church.

The stories are highly exaggerated but the circumstances are real and truthful to an extent. Having been raised in the Black church, I was pleasantly entertained by Allen’s illustration of hypocritical church members without being judgmental or condescending in his writing. However, I can see many people in the church being offended by this story, because it sarcastically mocks the ways in which people within the church behave. For instance, when Elwyn’s grandmother, one of the highly revered Mother’s of the church, suspects that Sister Morrisohn has seduced her grandson, she rips the woman to shreds with an evil tirade:

“Aren’t there enough slack-leg Johnnies with whom you can satisfy your vile, pagan lust? When it burns down there, why don’t you just run to the nursery and throw yourself on the infant with the fattest diaper…Thou thankless apostate, thou creeping Jezebel. The stink of thine iniquity rises to the nostrils of God…You should be flung from the highest tower. And when you burst open, the dogs should pick your rotting flesh from your putrid bones.”

Eventually, you find out that Elwyn’s grandmother, along with his father, his dead godfather, and a host of other people to whom he has always looked for spiritual guidance and examples of Christian living, all have past and current sins and mistakes that come back to haunt them.  No one is without sin in this novel.

Despite the drama throughout the storylines, Allen expertly immerses the reader in the workings of the Black church, the many positions handed out to those with the most money, the most saintly, and the oldest parishioners.  He also includes the weekly and monthly church activities and the cultural traditions during special events, like revivals, weddings, and funerals. These were my favorite parts of the book.

Readers who are open minded or not bogged down by their own opinions of religion, may get a kick out of the primary theme throughout the story:  nobody is perfect, no matter how much closer to God you think you are because of your title within the church. By the end of the book,  and after having lived a life filled with guilt and self righteousness, this is something that Elwyn finally realizes.

“God is love,” Peachie says. “God is here with us right now.”

I am looking forward to reading a lot more from this author.


Book Review: Leaving Atlanta

Leaving Atlanta tells the story of classmates Tasha Baxter, Rodney Green and Octavia Harrison during their fifth-grade year at Oglethorpe Elementary in Atlanta.

Might nothing.  Think about it.  You ain’t never heard of nobody black going around killing people for no reason.  That’s white people’s shit.

Tasha is eager to return to school to show off her jump rope skills after practicing all summer to perfect her moves.  If she can perfect her foot work then she may gain a spot in the clique of Monica and Forsythia.  However, those dreams come to a halt when she finds out that jumping rope in fifth-grade is “baby stuff” according to Monica.   As the girls graduate from jumping rope to playing jacks, Tasha shows off her skills and puts a whipping on Monica.  That doesn’t help her chances of gaining access to the in-crowd but it does cause her to question the state of her family.

You now know, as undeniably as if you had read it in the World Book Encyclopedia, that Officer Brown has nothing useful to share.  As a matter of fact, you are more fearful than ever to know that this man is all that stands between your generation and an early death.

Rodney is a loner who has little to say but his thoughts are priceless.  He spends his days trying to make himself invisible as he comes to grips with the fact that he’ll never please his father.   If only “an epidemic of disappearing black fathers” hit his home like so many of his friends everything would be okay.  Instead his dad appears at the school after Rodney falls asleep at recess and misses lunch.  After being humiliated in front of his peers he is convinced that any place is better than home.

Kodak commercials say that a picture is worth a thousand words, but the one they showed of ____ ain’t worth more than three or four.  ____. Black. Dead.

Octavia, another outcast, is affectionately called “Sweet Pea” by her single mom but is ostracized for her dark skin and is teasingly called “Watusi” by her classmates.   Unlike her “almost friend” Rodney who tries to make himself invisible, Octavia has a good aim and will fight back with words and rocks.  But when two people she knows goes missing she is forced to deal with the consequences.

Leaving Atlanta is one of the few stories that make you start your sentence with, “Girl let me tell you about this book…”  when asked how you like it.

This novel is a fictional story set in Atlanta during one of Atlanta’s America’s darkest hours, Atlanta’s Child Murders.  During the years of 1979-1982, twenty-nine children went missing and some were found dead.

Born  in 1978, I’m too young to remember these events but author Tayari Jones delivers a first hand account from the third person narrative of Tasha, the second person narrative of Rodney and a first person account by Octavia.   Each of the fifth-graders tell the story from their own unbiased point-of-view.

As I read the book I felt like I was in Atlanta during these events.  The feelings that resonated from the characters were feelings I could remember having as a child.  I found myself thinking on many occasions, “Tayari had to have really dug deep in her past to nail these childlike characteristics.”

I also wondered if writing this book had affected her mental state since two of her classmates were among the twenty-nine missing.

I’m not sure I could have told this story but Tayari did and it was done with a style that is  to be envied.  Her descriptive words and language never failed to paint a picture or conjure feelings of my childhood.

What I loved most about this book was that it didn’t talk so much about the Atlanta Child Murders but focused more on how the community reacted to it, especially the children.  I couldn’t imagine having to walk home from school with a serial killer on the loose.

This novel is broken into three parts with a three, two, one punch that hits you hard below the belt.  Initially you would think that the three different perspectives would be ill-fitting but they all meshed together to tell a wonderful story about an unfortunate time in our history.

Leaving Atlanta will soon be in theaters.  Check out Nakia’s post, Leaving Atlanta at the Movies for more information on the project and a sneak peek trailer.

You can also find me at www.notoriousspinks.com.

Wednesday Lit Roundup

Teaser Tuesdays: Group Post

As part of a weekly feature, The Page Turners are here to share a piece of what we’re currently reading. Anyone can participate! Just do the following:

  • Grab your current read
  • Open to a random page
  • Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
  • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
  • Share the title, page number & author, too, so that other readers can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

“The dead looked like pictures of the dead. They did not smell. They did not buzz with flies. They had been killed thirteen months earlier, and they hadn’t been moved.”

p. 15, We wish to inform you that tomorrow we will be killed with your families, by Philip Gourevich –  Alex

 

My parents were anxious to give me a head start in life — perhaps a little too anxious.  My first memory of confronting them and in a way declaring my independence was a conversation concerning their ill-conceived attempt to send me to first grade at the ripe age of three. 

p. 1, Extraordinary, Ordinary People: A Memoir of Family by Condoleezza Rice – Notorious Spinks

 

“Doe’s soldiers ran around the streets of Monrovia with Quiwonkpa’s organs, including his penis and heart. People were invited to walk right up and touch them. The rest of his body was sliced up too like hamburger meat, and displayed near the gas station at the Paynesville junction.”

p. 247, The House at Sugar Beach by Helene Cooper – Nakia

 

“If they concentrated, if they closed their eyes, they could always find their way back to the otherworld.  It was beneath the tall hawthorn tree n the yard, beneath the chestnut tree in Paris.”

p. 8, The Story Sisters: A Novel by Alice Hoffman – Alise

 

“Hurricanes and other acts of God had a way of clarifying things; clearing away the grimy film of uncertainty, they polished everything to shine, wholly reassessed, in new light. This is important, that is not.”
 
p. 242, Wading Home by Rosalyn Story – Malca

 

What are you reading?

Aside

One of my favorite books I read in 2010 is Lawrence Hill’s Someone Knows My Name. The story focuses on Aminata Diallo, who was born in West Africa in 1745. In 1802, Aminata goes to London to help the cause of the British abolitionists.

In the first part of the story, Aminata’s childhood and capture is described. Readers learn about her slave life in South Carolina on an indigo farm. The novel also describes Aminata’s experiences leading up to the American Revolution. At age 11, she was captured by British slave holders. She survives the Middle Passage and reaches South Carolina, where she is reunited with a boy named Chekura who lived near her village in Africa. Her owner is Robinson Appleby, an indigo producer.

Aminata is taught to read and write, and she keeps these skills a secret for fear she will be beaten or worse. Aminata later becomes pregnant, and her child is sold into slavery. Aminata goes to New York with her new master, Solomon Lindo, a Jewish duty inspector. While in New York, Aminata uses her reading and writing skills to try to gain freedom. She dreams of returning to her village in Africa. Over the years, Aminata reunites with her husband and has another child who is also sold into slavery.

In the second half of the novel, readers learn about Aminata’s life after slavery. Aminata works for the British as a scribe recording the names of African Americans emigrating to Canada in the “Book of Negroes” (which is a historical document). In this role, Aminata learns the stories of how different black people sought and gained their freedom.

Aminata also emigrates to Canada, thus gaining her own freedom. When she arrives in Nova Scotia, Aminata discovers that she is unhappy there and feels lost. She joins a group that is planning to move back to Africa. She learns that the Sierra Leone Company is offering native Africans the opportunity to return to their home country as landholders. In Sierra Leone, however, she also feels similarly displaced because the company does not honor its promises. As the novel closes, she remains unable to find a place to call home.

Though the subject matter was very heavy, as any slave narrative is, I still found this book a joy to read.  I don’t mind reading stories of pain when they end up triumphing or making huge strides in the end.   The main story of this book is based on true historical events. I highly recommend this book for lovers of history or tales of the resilience and tenacity of the human spirit.

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