ON THE ROOFTOP

Sexton’s touching third novel explores how far a mother can impose her dreams on daughters with budding ambitions of their own.

Widowed Vivian, a refugee from the racial violence of segregated Louisiana, has made a good life in San Francisco’s Fillmore District, working as a nurse and raising her three daughters. It’s 1953, and the sounds of jazz are everywhere in the close-knit, historically Black neighborhood, especially at the Champagne Supper Club where Vivian’s girls—Ruth, Esther, and Chloe—sing every Friday night as The Salvations. For years their indomitable mother has rehearsed them on the rooftop of their home with the lights of the Nob Hill hotels sparkling invitingly in the distance, and now Vivian’s dreams of musical stardom for her daughters is about to come to fruition with a once-in-a-lifetime offer from a talent manager. But Ruth, Esther, and Chloe have grown up into vibrant, independent-minded young women, and Vivian’s hopes are about to collide with their aspirations as their community falls under the shadow of White gentrification. Sexton does a wonderful job of capturing the complicated love that binds Vivian and her daughters. She also beautifully depicts the jealousies and rivalries that can tear once-close sisters apart. (“When those two were younger, they couldn’t be separated; then their hugs turned to punches, then their punches turned to commentary, and those didn’t seem to heal like the marks did.") While the female protagonists are vividly drawn, male characters, especially James, Chloe’s White love interest, feel rather flat. Good historical fiction relies on authentic, precise details, but Sexton substitutes celebrity name-dropping (Lady Day, Ben Webster, Redd Foxx, Thelonious Monk) for research. Other details are unclear and confusing. The family lives in an old Victorian house with front and family parlors, but the rooftop where the girls rehearse is “a smooth 1,500 square feet of concrete.”

A heartfelt tale of family and community.