This book is chock full of contemporary colloquial Afro-American jargon, the sort that will become incomprehensible and obsolete in a decade. The dialogue and writing is also oddly flat in some places, with characters repeating inner thoughts and loading their actions with a deadening emphasis. In one case, where a man finds a woman has slashed his tires, the author resorts to wild gesticulation to indicate emotional distress.
As they reached their cars in the parking lot, both Marshall and Kevin stood there for a moment looking as if their favorite dog had just been run over while they stood and watched it happen. Then as if Marshall’s head exploded, he began jumping up and down as he ran around his SUV. “She flattened three of my tires! Didn’t I tell you? That woman is ten kinds of crazy.”
“Dawg, naw!” Kevin put his hands over his mouth and kept staring at the destruction before him.
Marshall flailed his arms back and forth. “What am I supposed to do now?”
“This ain’t happy and satisfied, man.” Kevin shook his head. “It’s time for you to say something.”
Lowering his head as if lowering his pride, Marshall asked, “Can you give me a ride to the police station?”
End of excerpt.
This is not the writing of an accomplished author. This is the work of a 15-year-old girl scribbling in her diary. All that’s missing are multiple exclamation marks.
Marshall’s reformation is unconvincing, too. He’s spent all these years shunning Danetta as a sex partner and now we’re supposed to think he’s in love because she starts putting on makeup and wearing sexy clothes. I thought that cliché—wherein the male protagonist suddenly notices the “plain” girl when she takes off her glasses—went out of style with old movies.
His observations about crazy women aren’t amusing. If you keep on tossing aside women like used tissue paper, sooner or later you’re going to find a woman who’s simply not going to roll over and take it. She’ll go on the offensive and when she does it will involve blunt objects and sharp edges.
The proselytizing about God doesn’t appeal either. Danetta has every right to be aggrieved with what she considers to be the rotten behavior of an invisible deity and rejecting her faith after her mother dies. Her aunt’s contention that God placed her in the hospital to restore Danetta’s faith is backwards thinking and baffling besides. Surely, that’s the kind of behavior that would cement anyone’s hatred of such a cruel divinity. But Danetta undergoes a reversal of faith and all’s right with her world again.
It’s not something to which I can give any credence and the latter end of the novel nearly collapses under the weight of this spiritual chatter. Thank goodness it’s dispensed with in lieu of the requisite happy ending.
“Her Good Thing” turns out to be not so good. This novel fails to satisfy, either with its limp romance or its mystical content. Perhaps the romances of Danetta’s friends, Ryla and Jaylen, will prove more agreeable.
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