by Colson Whitehead
It is the summer of ’85, and Benji Cooper is fifteen years old. Every summer is spent in the Hamptons (Sag Harbor), and this summer is no different.
Now, don’t expect a plot because there isn’t one. Don’t expect to love any characters because none of them are developed enough to love (or hate). And don’t even try to understand why this “novel” got such great reviews; it is a great mystery to me.
To me, this is more like a memoir or fictionalized memoir. And it’s not a very good one.