Monday, July 18, 2011
The Kid by Sapphire
Synopsis From Dust Jacket:
The Kid brings us deep into the interior life of Abdul Jones, son of Sapphire's unforgettable heroine, Precious. A story of body and spirit, The Kid is a story of survival and awakening, and of one young man's remarkable strength.
We meet Abdul at age nine, on the day of his mother's funeral. Left alone to navigate in a world where love and hate sometimes hideously masquerade, forced to confront unspeakable violence, his history, and the dark corners of his own heart, Abdul claws his way toward adulthood and an identity he can stand behind.
In a generational story that moves with the speed of thought from a Mississippi dirt farm to Harlem in its heyday, form a troubled Catholic orphanage to downtown artists' lofts, The Kid tells of a twenty-first century young man's fight to find a way to the future. A testament to the ferocity of the human spirit, the deep nourishing power of love and of art, The Kid becomes a young man about to take flight. Intimate, terrifying, deeply alive in Abdul's journey we are witness to an artist's birth by fire.
I never read Push, I wanted to but never really had the chance. I did go see the movie, Precious, shortly after it came out and I loved it. Some of what I saw on screen made me flinch, made me cry, and made me wish I was anywhere else but sitting in that theater. When it was over, despite the overly optimistic ending, I loved it. I thought it was a story of real life, a story that doesn't get told enough. So when I had the opportunity to read the sequel to Push, The Kid, I jumped at the chance. I knew it was going to be a hard read. I knew that it would push my tolerance beyond what I can normally handle. I was right, it pushed me right over the cliff and I'm not sure I've landed yet.
When the book opens, Abdul is waking up on the day his mother is being buried. He doesn't really know what's going on and seems to be floundering beyond his understanding of what life is supposed to be. That pretty much sums up my feelings about him throughout the book. I know that life dealt him an unfair hand. He lost his mother and the only source of security he ever knew. He lost his name and with it his identity once he was put into the system. He lost his innocence the first time he was raped and beaten by another boy. He lost a piece of his humanity the first time he molested someone else. None of that though felt as if he was choosing to live his life. It was as if he was living by other people's standards. Standards that should not be met by anyone. I know that it's a harsh critique to make of a boy we first meet at 9 years old, but he didn't change that behavior until he was much older.
Unfortunately, by the time he did start to change, I didn't care anymore. By the end of the book I can honestly say I became desensitized to what I was reading. It's a horrible feeling to have about anyone, real or fictional. It means that nothing they do or have happen to them, gets to you anymore. Nothing that they do suprises you or really makes you pay attention to them. The violence was so repetitive and so graphic that some coping mechanims within myself kicked in and forced me to stop caring about these characters. Once that happened I was never really able to think about or react to what I was reading. By the end, all I wanted was the book to be over. I wanted to be able to close the cover and not think about what I had just read.
Once I closed that cover, I realized something. Regardless of my wanting to put this book behind me, I knew that it wouldn't be that simple. I know that no matter what, Abdul and his story will stay with me for the rest of my life. Whether I read the book again or not, Abdul and his story have found a permanent home in my head.
I would like to thank Trish of TLC Book Tours for the opportunity to read/review this book. Please visit the tour page to disocver other thoughts on The Kid.