A Cupboard Full of Coats by Yvvette Edwards
Harper Collins, 2011
Format? oversized paperback
Source: TLC Book Reviews
FTC Disclosure: I received a complimentary copy of A Cupboard Full of Coats from the publisher via TLC Book Reviews in exchange for a review. The opinions therein are honest, without bias and my own.
Why? I can get into a complicated family story any day of the week...and this one is about as complicated as it gets.
Cover/Title? Lately, I've really begun to realize just how much of a cover snob I am :( I'm ashamed of this, but Ialso understand it. I'm a visual person...I very seldom post without some kind of visual representation of something going on in my post. I judge books by their covers all. the. time. This cover reminds me of Fall, my favorite time of the year and even the flowers (which don't normally get my attention) are clothed in cooler hues. The mango and ginger hint at the West Indian and Montserattian themes of food, culture and family that are found within.
What Now?
I'm happy to pass this one along to someone else who'd like to experience it. This is a first novel for Yvvette Edwards, and I will be reading her next.
Just leave your name, email and blog address in the comments and I'll announce a winner 2 weeks from today (Wednesday, Sept. 12) :)
Golden Lines
I had succumbed to a moment of weakness, a desire to confess the unspeakable, had believed that somehow this man could deliver me, as if such a thing was possible, as if life had not already taught me that the only person I could ever truly depend on was me, and I felt as angry with myself as I did with him, that I had been stupid enough to believe that anything good could ever come from bringing history into my home.
I thought about my life, tried to think of a single good thing in it, just the smallest reason to want to live, to care enough either way, and found nothing.
It was like every child in that family had had their parents' genes put into a Coke bottle, shook up, and then a separate burst of spray had been collected to make each of them. They were as different from each other as a litter of kittens.
Berris wasn't a gradual drip drop of rain, an off-and-on downpour. It was like on a sunny summer's day there had been a sudden thunderclap, followed by a lightning flash and monsoon rain that poured without break, heavy, depressing, persistent, with no end in sight.
She owned this house and he owned her. The only thing I needed to get my head around was where exactly I fitted in.
But it wasn't just dislike I felt, it was fear, the kind of fear you experienced passing a digi group of bullies when you were on your own. His eyes had that same look about them that I'd seen in the eyes of bullies, not just threatening, but smug too, like he knew something that gave him power over anyone who was weaker. It made me feel afraid.
And anyway, Berris never actually meant to hurt me. If I'm honest, what happened was more my fault than his. But I don't want you to worry about this. It's never gonna happen again...
Most things, all they want is a little gentle handling.
I believed in honesty to a point and no further, as much honesty as a person needed to get to where and what they wanted, enough dishonesty to hide what should be kept private, like Family Business. Lemon was clearing up his past and his honesty was like bleach. He had been the Pied Piper, the music man. He'd set the tempo and they'd danced as he had mixed and changed the rhythm, then sat back to watch them pick up and follow the beat. And he wanted me to forgive him? I could not.
He buried his face in the bowl of my collar bone, heaving and snorting, adding his wet distress to the rain on my neck. My body was stiff as he clasped me tight. And over and over and over again, he just kept repeating, "I'm sorry."
She let him beat me and I made him kill her.
Berris wasn't a gradual drip drop of rain, an off-and-on downpour. It was like on a sunny summer's day there had been a sudden thunderclap, followed by a lightning flash and monsoon rain that poured without break, heavy, depressing, persistent, with no end in sight.
She owned this house and he owned her. The only thing I needed to get my head around was where exactly I fitted in.
But it wasn't just dislike I felt, it was fear, the kind of fear you experienced passing a digi group of bullies when you were on your own. His eyes had that same look about them that I'd seen in the eyes of bullies, not just threatening, but smug too, like he knew something that gave him power over anyone who was weaker. It made me feel afraid.
And anyway, Berris never actually meant to hurt me. If I'm honest, what happened was more my fault than his. But I don't want you to worry about this. It's never gonna happen again...
Most things, all they want is a little gentle handling.
I believed in honesty to a point and no further, as much honesty as a person needed to get to where and what they wanted, enough dishonesty to hide what should be kept private, like Family Business. Lemon was clearing up his past and his honesty was like bleach. He had been the Pied Piper, the music man. He'd set the tempo and they'd danced as he had mixed and changed the rhythm, then sat back to watch them pick up and follow the beat. And he wanted me to forgive him? I could not.
He buried his face in the bowl of my collar bone, heaving and snorting, adding his wet distress to the rain on my neck. My body was stiff as he clasped me tight. And over and over and over again, he just kept repeating, "I'm sorry."
She let him beat me and I made him kill her.
Summary
Jinx is living in London alone. As an embalmer, she works better with the dead than with the living, including her own young son and his father, her ex-husband. Painful memories resurface one day when she opens her front door to a man she's known since she was 16. Lemon was a friend to her mother's lover, Berris...the man who now is in jail for her violent death. After his own failed attempt at finding and living a normal life, Lemon has returned to confess everything the secrets of the past; what he doesn't realize is that Jinx too suffers as well from living with her own secrets, secrets that have literally eaten her alive from the inside out. She is a numb shell of the person she could have/should have become. Over the course of a few days, Lemon bares his soul and forces Jinx to do the same.
What I Liked
The complications - I kept thinking of Toni Morrison again and again and again as I read this book. The issues are so complicated and so obviously deeply felt/understood by the author that the reader can sometimes feel left out. I liked this bc I like a book that makes me think...I don't want it to be an easy read or one that is obvious...this book has no chance of being obvious.
Lemon - I had to struggle to keep up with the story it took him 3 days to tell (he himself called it a "long-winded roundabout")...but I wanted to.
The dialect and vocabulary - to be honest I both liked and disliked this aspect of A Cupboard Full of Coats - the cultural voice adds authenticity to this story...a glimpse into the rich life of a culture other than my own, actually a culture within a culture. But, I did sometimes feel left out...and especially with Lemon's dialect and choice of words, I had to re-read sections and searched for context clues where many times there actually were none. I actually used Google searches several times to familiarize myself with words like "digi," "sorrel," "Dunlop plimsolls," "poofter," "jingbang," "cassava," "christophine," "sabaca," and "shebeen."
The coats and their symbolic meaning...I didn't get it at first but when it hit me...wow, not an excited, loud "WOW!"...just a quiet introspective "wow"...a quite effective piece of imagery to say the least.
Jinx's son's connection to her mother was another piece of strong vine that holds this story and the Jinx's inability to be a mother to her own child together. Jinx's lack of maternal feeling toward Red and was actually unbelievable to me until the story circled back around...and it's not like me to believe actions like these. Another wow moment.
What I Didn't Like
The ending - things worked out a little too nicely for me...granted there's a lot of story left to be told...but still. These are seriously damaged people who are struggling with very deeply ingrained issues; then within the last few pages, the sun comes up and everything's ok. Huh?
Berris - duh, he's an abuser...how could anybody like him? Except for the woman he's abusing.
Sam - I am still not sure what her significance is to this story...I'll let you know if I figure it out.
Curry - there's a lot of it in this story...and I don't like it :P Jinx finds comfort in the smells of home and hearth but it was difficult to appreciate her comfort when my own personal aversion is so strong :/
This is one of those stories that unpeels itself in unsystematic ways...questions didn't always get answered when I needed them to and a few times I felt as if I didn't have enough information to figure out what in the world was going on or why Jinx acted the way she did. I actually found one post-it note about midway through the story where I simply wrote "huh"?
I don't mind switching back and forth in time, but I swear I felt like there was another part to this story, one that began during Jinx's childhood, that I missed completely...there's has to be some connection somewhere with Sam, but I never got it.
I don't mind switching back and forth in time, but I swear I felt like there was another part to this story, one that began during Jinx's childhood, that I missed completely...there's has to be some connection somewhere with Sam, but I never got it.
Overall Recommendation
If you like family sagas including painful, hard to read sometimes, issues, then you'll like this one. Don't expect a happy, sunny ending though; if you need everything to work out like a Cinderella story, this isn't your read. It's quite dark at times, but it's supposed to be.
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