GOD BLESS YOU, OTIS SPUNKMEYER

A Black army vet working as a hospital technician reflects on his life.

Joseph Thomas, the narrator of Thomas’ debut novel, is having a tough shift, but that’s nothing new. An emergency department tech and nurse’s aide, Joseph begins his story with a litany of patients waiting for care in his Philadelphia trauma center, from a young boy with a wound from an AK-47 to a savagely beaten homeless man. Joseph rushes from one patient to another, being slowly driven mad by hunger; his friend Ray, whom he met while they were preparing to deploy to Iraq, is supposed to bring him a hoagie and an Otis Spunkmeyer chocolate chip muffin but hasn’t yet materialized. In a futile bid to distract himself, Joseph contemplates his upcoming trip to Belize with a co-worker, one of several with whom he is sexually entangled. Throughout the novel, Joseph expounds on his complicated personal life—he has children with three different women; his mother, who’s spent time in prison, has a crack problem; and he’s juggling work with graduate school, where he’s writing his dissertation. He’s also frustrated with the arc of his life: “The past nineteen years of day-in day-out grinding hadn’t meant shit because with my own mistakes and failures, the world, and a set of increasing desires for nice things combined I was basically back at square one.” Thomas’ stream-of-consciousness writing is superb, and well suited to the frustrated anger that his protagonist is plagued by: His fury, he says, “is composed, in part, by the material conditions of people’s lives and in part by starvation. It doesn’t help that I know so many of these people, either by blood relation or the repeated offenses of being ill, which are really just the repeat offenses of being poor, which is correlated too strongly with being not white, though in this world, in this country, in this neighborhood especially, with being black.” This is an astonishingly accomplished novel, often funny, often tragic, one that longs for, as Joseph puts it, “that necessary love, that forceful love, that elegant and deeply painful love otherwise foreclosed to us by the world.”

Just stunning.