There are writers, there are authors and there are storytellers. A man I’m proud to call friend wrote “Father Figure” and I asked him if I could read and review his second novel. This can be an uneasy task for both him and me, I imagine, because I don’t know if I will like it and neither does he. There can be no friendship without honesty, though. I’m too old for “white lies” and believe that would actually be a disservice to both of us and a disrespect to our friendship.
Father Figure is a based on the lives of two women, in different times and in different cities. James very capably takes us back to Amalia in Mississippi in 1984 and fast forwards to Brainna in New York in 2004.
One is abused by her mother and although her father loves her deeply, he turns a blind eye to it which is very abusive in itself. The other woman is pretty happy though obsessed with finding out her is her father. The two tales come together in an explosive intersection, riveting me to my chair, silencing my own world.
This is written so beautifully and the story is compelling and descriptive. Wonderful riveting book and wow, James, you ARE a fantastic storyteller.