Devil Is Fine
A Novel
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3.7 • 7 Ratings
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- $11.99
Publisher Description
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Still reeling from a sudden tragedy, our biracial narrator receives a letter from an attorney: he has just inherited a plot of land from his estranged white grandfather. He travels to a beach town several hours south of his home with the intention of selling the land immediately and moving on. But upon inspection, what lies beneath the dirt is far more complicated than he ever imagined. In a shocking irony, he is now the Black owner of a former plantation passed down by the men on his white mother’s side of the family.
Vercher deftly blurs the lines between real and imagined, past and present, tragedy and humor, and fathers and sons in this story of discovering and reclaiming a painful past. With the wit and rawness of Paul Beatty’s The Sellout, Devil Is Fine is a gripping, surreal, and brilliantly crafted dissection of the legacies we leave behind and those we inherit.
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In the wrenching latest from Vercher (After the Lights Go Out), a struggling biracial writer reckons with his painful family history. The unnamed novelist addresses his narration to his late 17-year-old son, Malcolm (the cause of Malcolm's unexpected death isn't revealed until later), as he grapples with his bitterness toward the publishing industry and his white grandfather, who lives in a nursing home and is estranged from the narrator because of "some racial stuff." After Malcolm's funeral, the narrator receives a letter from his grandfather's attorney, explaining that his grandfather had given Malcolm a mid-Atlantic oceanfront estate, and that it would now transfer to him. After human skeletons are discovered on the property, he learns it was once a slave plantation and has been passed down through the generations of his white ancestors. While visiting the property, he has vivid visions of an ancestor brutalizing enslaved people in the name of saving their souls. The boy heretic in his visions refuses to submit, saying, "Better to reign than serve." In a beautiful and weighty turn, these nightmarish scenes help the narrator to better understand Malcolm's rejection of the Christian faith his father attempted to instill in him. Readers won't be able to look away.
Customer Reviews
I understand . . . but I want more
I was intrigued—still am . . . needing more meat and less style. I'm not dismissing—I liked the book. The lack of a fifth star is not meant to deny the importance of keeping history honest. The history of slavery and societal challenges of being black in America, ugly and unforgivable wrongs, must not be brushed aside or denied. Whitewashing and cover-ups cannot be tolerated. These are the important themes of this book that fought to take center stage, but didn’t quite get there. The many important sub-themes that teetered around in this book: the difficulties of being of mixed race, being displaced, being “othered”, immature parents, dysfunctional parent-child relationships, the complexities of grief—were addressed glibly. Add to this the undercurrent of alcoholism and mental health problems—you’ve got a mess that needs far more sincerity from the author. The novel kept my interest, but most of those issues were skimmed over, making them seem incidental, sometimes frivolous. I couldn't accept that the protagonist and Van were only weeks out from losing their son and not showing more grief. Their coming together in easy alliance and friendship in so short a time is hard to accept in light of what had transpired between them. Our protagonist's drop-attacks were over the top—he seemed like an 18th century “damsel” suffering from “the vapors”. The surreal moments were bizarre. The book needs another fifty or so pages of substance in order to be taken as seriously as it should be. The ending was beyond Daliesque. And while well-crafted, complex sentences are a joy, more than a few of these were indecipherable. My rating is really 3 1/2, stars but I didn’t want it to be recorded as 3 stars—the book is better than simply average. It simply should have been more serious.