The five children of Cyril Pennington learn they have something more in common than their father's DNA.
The many fans of Carty-Williams' debut, Queenie (2019), will have lots of fun with her sophomore effort, another high-spirited, socially conscious novel set in South London. Of the five Pennington offspring, only the eldest and the youngest, Nikisha and Prynce, have the same mother (Cyril stopped by to drop off a card for Nikisha's 10th birthday; Prynce was born nine months later). The second oldest is Danny, whose mother is White, then Dimple and Lizzie, only a few weeks apart in age, with Indian Jamaican and Yoruba mothers, respectively. Kudos to Carty-Williams for defining each of these many characters so clearly that you can easily keep track of who's who. Cyril would proudly claim the same, his interpretation of fatherhood entailing being "generally aware that he had five children (and possibly more, but he wasn’t going to go looking), remembering their names and sometimes their birthdays, and asking them for money when times were hard." As the book opens, the kids range in age from 9 to 19, and Cyril has decided it's time for them to meet. He drives around and picks them all up in his gold Jeep, which he loves "more than anything else in his life and he [doesn’t] see a problem with that"—but the meeting doesn't go all that well. Nobody smiles except him, Nikisha fat-shames Dimple, Lizzie just wants to go home and "tell her mum that Cyril had basically kidnapped her and forced her to spend time with a group of Jamaicans." They don't see each other again for 16 years, when Dimple accidentally murders her boyfriend and calls on her siblings for help. This unfolding mishap is the main narrative line around which the characters transform into a family, also coping with racism, toxic relationships, social media crises, and intergenerational trauma along the way.
This way-out combination of family drama, madcap plot, and political edge ends up being quite endearing.