I have a confession to make that is more than a little shameful. You see, I occasionally write books that are classified as “young adult fiction” because the protagonists are young; usually high school students, sometimes college. The shameful confession is that I write and publish young adult fiction without reading very much of it. Most of my reading time is devoted to crime novels for adults, the occasional horror novel, lots of history and non-fiction, and the occasional short story. My biggest influences on my y/a are Christopher Pike, R. L. Stine, and Jay Bennett (there will be much more on him at another time); and sometimes I do manage to slide a young adult crime novel into my TBR stack. But outside of crime and/or horror? I don’t read any y/a that can’t be classified as either of those genres.
I’ve also not had the pleasure of reading a great deal of young adult fiction set in New Orleans. The one thing I’ve not actually done–despite writing a lot about New Orleans and a lot of young adult novels–is write a young adult novel set in New Orleans. I read one about a decade ago that I simply loathed; it was a ghost story set around Lafayette #1 in the Garden District, and it just didn’t click with me. I kept thinking the whole time I was reading it, this could have been so much better. It’s not like I don’t have any ideas for young adult fiction set here; I’ve any number of those ideas sitting in my files–everything from Maid of New Orleans to Daughters of Bast, among others–but I think I am resistant to writing New Orleans-based y/a because I didn’t grow up here. It’s hard enough to have Scotty reminiscing about his days at Jesuit High School when I didn’t go there, let alone writing an entire book about a teenager in New Orleans.
So, imagine my delight this past year at Saints and Sinners when I discovered that one of my co-panelists on the y/a panel was a local named Chris Clarkson who’d just published his first young adult novel set in New Orleans. Naturally, I got a copy–I really liked him, and I owe him a text message–and have really looking forward to digging into it.
Constant Reader, it did not disappoint. And it’s neither crime nor horror.
I absolutely loved it.
Solange’s snakeskin pumps were abandoned by the door, one standing proud, and the other playing possum on its side. Beside her, crumpled in a heap of lavender and lace, was the dress we shopped for on Magazine Street last week. The dress she had been so thrilled to find.
“Excuse me, ma’am. You sashayed in here serving body and hair teased to the gods. Why did you change? I demand an encore! Body. Dress. Wig. Grace.” I pointed at the sad taupe button-down shirt she was wearing. “Put your high heels back on and act like you got some common sense.”
Solange wiped at her tears. “Jess, I’m not in the mood to fool with you.”
“Good, I’m not in the mood to fool with you either.” I sank down on the floor beside her. She sniffed and wiped at her nose. “Why’d you change?”
That Summer Night on Frenchmen Street is, of all things for me to read, a romance–on several different levels. Our two main point of view characters are Tennessee and Jessamine–great names for a couple, don’t you think–and they initially are in the same orbit because they are both having meals at Commander’s Palace when the book opens. Tennessee’s full name is Tennessee Rebel Williams, and he’s a child of wealth and privilege from Oxford, Mississippi. His dad is an alcoholic douchebag and his mother is a narcissistic author. The marriage is a non-stop battle royal, with Tennessee doing most of the suffering. His mother has decided she needs to move to New Orleans to finish her next book, and she brought Tennessee with her; they have a big house on St. Charles Avenue, and he’s enrolled in Magnolia Prep–the rich kids’ private school in the book. Tennessee also wants to be a writer but he’s also a bit adrift; getting ready for college but still not mature enough or strong enough to stand up to his awful parents.
Jessamine is a native New Orleanian with a twin brother and a deceased father. Jessamine also has some issues from her own past that are troubling her, making her behave in self-destructive patterns that could affect her future and college choices. She feels drawn to Tennessee–their developing relationship is one of the strongest parts of the book itself–but cannot commit. She cares about him but keeps him at arm’s length because she’s afraid she’ll just end up hurting him. As the story progresses, we slowly become aware that Jessamine suffered a horrific trauma as a child, one that she’s never really confronted or dealt with, and that trauma is the key to her self-destructive behavior. Her twin brother, Joel, is gay but not out yet; he’s not really sure who he is and what his sexuality is, which causes trouble for him and his love interest, a wealthy young Black kid named Saint Baptiste (who deserves a book of his own, really) goes to school with Tennessee and becomes one of his best friends–since they are falling for twins, how could they not?
There’s also a fantastic trans character, Joel and Jessamine’s cousin Solange–who also deserves her own book–that I couldn’t get enough of, either. Clarkson also does an excellent job of exploring–even if casually–the generational divide between the teens and their parents, through Solange’s tradition; the elders still dead name her, and the teens are always pleased whenever one of the older generation gets Solange’s gender and pronouns correct.
All the main characters, despite their faults and flaws and past traumas, are completely likable and people you can’t hope but root for; you want their love to conquer all, get their lives settled, and grow from their traumatic pasts. It was fun seeing New Orleans through teenaged eyes; I’ve always wondered what it would be like to grow up here, where New Orleans is your default to normality.
Highly recommended, and one of my favorite books set in New Orleans.
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