A search for her father takes a 16-year-old Parisienne on a voyage of self-discovery across two continents and two decades.
When we meet Delphine in September 1945, she tells us she has killed someone but gives no details until much later. We know right away who she thinks her father is: Ernest Hemingway, who Delphine’s mother says was her lover for two years before their baby was born in 1929 and he decamped to the U.S. Despite having dealt with her mother’s alcoholism and unreliability throughout her childhood, Delphine fiercely believes this to be true. This conviction carries her first to New York, where she takes refuge in Harlem with a nurturing Black couple who knew her mother in Paris, then later to Havana, where she has heard Hemingway is living. Her quest for Papa is the narrative line on which Lemmie hangs a touching coming-of-age tale. Delphine exhibits the classic traumatized personality of an alcoholic’s child: simultaneously guilty and angry. She assuages the guilt in New York by befriending and trying to help a drug-addicted party girl; when that blows up, she flees for Havana. There, she settles in to write the novels that will show Papa she is truly his daughter. She does eventually make contact, but the novel’s central action over the next 14 years is Delphine’s slow maturation, which includes clearer-eyed assessments of her mother, Hemingway, and even his books that she once uncritically admired. Her growth is fostered in large part by Javier, initially hired as her guide and translator but ultimately her friend and savvy mentor. Castro’s overthrow of the Batista regime paves the way for the final stage in Delphine’s odyssey. She has chronicled her struggles and insecurities so affectingly that readers are likely to be tolerant of closing chapters that too neatly wrap up a plot grounded in messy ambiguities.
A strong story with an engaging protagonist.