The stories in James McBride's latest book, "Five-Carat Soul," often feel like parables.
Review: 'Five-Carat Soul,' stories by James McBride
FICTION: Stories in James McBride's first collection have their roots in his earlier work.
By ROSALIND BENTLEY
Take, for instance, the suite of tales called "Mr. P and the Wind." In these stories, McBride creates an urban zoo narrated by a talking lion named Hal. Hal sounds like the customer in the neighborhood barbershop who has recounted every twist and turn in the joint for the past 20 years. The lion leads a pitiful but proud band of animals who believe there is something greater for them outside the bars and glass of their pens and aquariums.
In "The Christmas Dance," African-American and Puerto Rican World War II veterans know an ancient truth and are honor-bound to it. McBride also takes us on a detour to the gates of hell in "The Mourning Bench." There, in line, is a bodacious boxer who can't help but bring to mind Muhammad Ali — a Muslim boxer battling an old foe to save a motley quartet from perdition. And there's something about the way the Gatekeeper lands a punch that brings to mind Joe Frazier.
McBride's storytelling gifts, showcased in his National Book Award-winning novel "The Good Lord Bird," are on full display in "Five-Carat Soul." The characters are disparate, but McBride is such an agile writer that each voice feels authentic and somehow familiar. Taken together the stories speak, if not directly to one another, to a greater humanity and wisdom we all desire.
Each story gently or subversively leads to a revelation that you turn over and over. They feel like fables even when the characters are dealing with the ugliest bits of reality.
What do the actions of a Korean grocer say about the way we view victims and perpetrators of crimes? This is but one of the moral questions asked in the suite of stories called "The Five-Carat Soul Bottom Bone Band." Those four stories introduce us to a group of teens in a hardscrabble neighborhood of Uniontown, Pa., in the Vietnam era. Just because a neighborhood is impoverished, does that mean the lives of the people who live there are, as well?
In his author's note, McBride says the stories have come to him over the course of nearly 35 years. They feel like kinfolk, if not the direct progeny, of his other novels and even nonfiction work.
"The Fish Man Angel," one of two stories in "Five-Carat Soul" in which Abraham Lincoln makes an appearance, has traces of McBride's first novel, "Song Yet Sung," where the gift of prophecy figures heavily. The black and Puerto Rican World War II veterans of the novel "Miracle at St. Anna" know the horrors of fighting Nazis in Italy, as do the veterans in "The Christmas Dance."
Yet the work is not derivative. It crackles with the bright energy of an author who — when he's not writing prose — is an accomplished jazz musician. It's there in the way the teens of Uniontown rib each other, never missing a conversational beat. It's present in the way the animals riff when they talk to each other through their cages.
These are stories of and from the soul.
Rosalind Bentley, a former Star Tribune reporter, lives and writes in Atlanta.
Five-Carat Soul
By: James McBride.
Publisher: Riverhead Books, 308 pages, $27.