An inspiring underdog tale, Arshay Cooper's debut is also a riveting plunge into a world that will feel utterly alien and disorienting to many readers.
It's the West Side of Chicago in the 1990s, a place where the streets penetrate to the marrow. Gangs, drugs, violence and despair are omnipresent, claiming lives and souls.
Cooper, a teenager with an absent father, a drug-addicted mother and a keen sense of living every moment on a perilous edge, tells the story of how he came to captain the nation's first all-Black high school rowing team.
It sounds like the very stereotype of a feel-good movie — and indeed, a documentary based on the book will be released July 31. Yet it happened. A couple of well-meaning white rowers showed up at an inner-city school and coaxed a few skeptical kids to try this weird sport, "so long reserved for schools like Harvard and Yale, Oxford and Cambridge," Cooper writes. "Places light years away from the West Side of Chicago."
The kids — none of whom can even swim at first — struggle with the demands of the sport: physical, mental and social. As the months go by, they learn to put aside their deep mistrust of the world and each other. They grow and bond, proudly and confidently competing against the elite white preppies who had intimidated them at the start.
It's not as easy as it sounds, though. Keeping the team together is a constant struggle. Members drop out due to family demands — one boy's father doesn't trust the white coaches — or the lure of money from dealing drugs.
And that's where Cooper's story is endlessly fascinating and frightening. Anyone who grew up in a stable home — especially a white one — will be amazed that a person could thrive in the dysfunctional society these kids were born into.
Violence is a constant, inside and outside the homes. Trust is scarce, even among family members. People put on emotional armor early in life and rarely take it off.