The American writer and academic Percival Everett has written a remarkably clever and provocative novel here. At heart, the book is a blistering expose of the ingrained racism in certain sectors of American society and the country’s devastating history of lynchings, specifically targeting people of colour. However, rather than addressing these issues in a conventional literary novel, Everett plays with the tropes of genre fiction, using elements of satire, humour, horror and surrealism to create a thoroughly engaging page-turner with some vital social critique at its core.
The story opens with two back-to-back murders in Money, Mississippi, an area largely populated by rednecks with scant regard for racial equality. In each case, two bodies are found at the crime scene – a mutilated, castrated white man with barbed wire wrapped around his neck and a badly-beaten black man who appears to be holding the other victim’s testicles in his hands. Stranger still, the black body in each incident is the same one – a man bearing an uncanny resemblance to Emmett Till, a fourteen-year-old black boy who was abducted, tortured and lynched in Mississippi in the mid-1950s after a white woman accused him of causing offence. What’s more, the two dead white men, Wheat Bryant and Junior Junior Milam, are closely related to Carolyn Bryant, the white woman who accused Emmett Till back in the ‘50s – an accusation Carolyn (aka Granny C) now regrets.
The local police, led by Sheriff Red Jetty, are baffled by the two cases, but help soon arrives in the shape of two black Special Detectives – Ed and Jim – from the Mississippi Bureau of Investigation (‘MBI’ for short). While the townsfolk view these super-smart detectives with a degree of suspicion, they soon have the measure of the local police, if not the perpetrator(s) behind the crimes themselves. As the investigations get underway, rumours of strange supernatural forces begin to surface, especially given the black body’s resemblance to Emmett Till…
Everett has a lot of fun with stereotypes and names in this novel, portraying certain influential white residents of Money for what they really are – fervent racists of the most pernicious kind. For instance, the town’s Coroner, Reverend Doctor Fondle, is deeply unnerved by these incidents as he rallies his fellow members of the local Ku Klux Klan.
“We got ourselves a situation, White brothers”, Fondle said. “I’m afraid what we’re lookin’ at is a real nigger uprising. Two of our own brothers lay dead, and a killin’ nigger is on the gawddamn loose. I seen him, seen him close up, scarred up by Satan himself. A nigger that’s as good at fakin’ death as anybody you will ever find. I seen him dead, and then he weren’t.” (p. 108)
During their time in Money, Ed and Jim cross paths with Gertrude (aka Dixie), who works as a waitress in a local diner. Gertrude helps the detectives by introducing them to her super-sharp great-grandmother, Mama Z, who knows pretty much everything about the goings-on in the local area over the past hundred years. As it turns out, Mama Z has compiled records of almost every lynching in the US – police shootings included – since 1913, the year of her father’s death. In part, she does this ‘because somebody has to’ – if Mama Z doesn’t do it, who will? With her knowledge of the local history and gossip, Mama Z suggests a couple of people for the detectives to see. ‘If you want to know a place, you talk to its history.”
As the narrative unfolds, eerily similar murders are reported across the US – firstly in Mississippi, then in other states, including South Carolina and Alabama. Alongside the original killings closely linked to the Emmett Till case, it seems a wave of copycat incidents is sweeping across the nation – culminating in retribution on a large scale, with numerous white victims being found at various sites, all attacked and castrated as before. With this escalation in violence, Ed and Jim are joined by Special Agent Herberta Hind from the FBI, another smart cookie who also happens to be black.
Everett draws brilliantly on his creative skills here, portraying these events with an outrageous seam of dark humour. On the surface, the Whites for Social Justice’s responses to the killings might seem risible, highlighting the absurdities at play as they prepare for the race war long anticipated by the group. However, Everett never lets us forget the seriousness and brutality of the situation he is tackling so smartly in this book.
“What we gonna do?”
“We have to get everybody together,” Morris repeated.
“You make it sound like we got numbers,” Rupter said. “Far as I can see, we got us and two other people. Where’s this war taking place? My boy’s got Little League this week.”
“Yeah,” Fester said. “We is scattered all over the country. The very thing that makes the FBI afraid of us is our weakness.” (p. 265)
As the narrative progresses, the repeated reports of various killings might feel a little unnecessary, as one could argue that the reader will soon get the idea after the first four or five accounts. However, I think Everett is making a conscious point here. By mentioning several separate incidents and victims, he is highlighting both the importance of each individual case and the cumulative gravity of events as they pile up. Perhaps this an attempt to address the ‘erasure’ of individual victims of racially-motivated lynchings over time – a theme reflected in the actions of Damon Thruff, an influential friend and academic enlisted by Gertrude to review Mama Z’s work.
He [Damon] found it all depressing, not that lynching could be anything but. However, the crime, the practice, the religion of it, was becoming more pernicious as he realized that the similarity of their deaths had caused these men and women to be at once erased and coalesced like one piece, like one body. They were all number and no number at all, many and one, a symptom, a sign. (p. 189)
As Damon works his way through Mama Z’s records, he notes each victim’s name in pencil, making them feel ‘real again’ rather than just a statistic. Moreover, the act of writing these names in pencil and subsequently erasing them is designed to set the victims free, liberating them from the weight of such a tragic history.
Stylistically, The Trees reads like a detective novel – it’s fast-paced and whip-smart, while the passages of outrageously funny dialogue and slightly surreal interludes add significantly to its appeal.
“What a fuckin’ mess. A goddamn clusterfuck.”
“Chief, is clusterfuck one word or two?” Jethro asked.
“Get back to the goddamn station.”
“Yessir.” (p. 31)
As the quote on the book’s cover suggests, what Everett does so well here is to navigate these chilling, contemporary issues with satire, surrealism and knockout comedy, pushing his scenario as far as he can take it (certainly within the bounds of a page-turning novel). Moreover, as other readers have already observed, there is the basis of razor-sharp film or TV mini-series here, preferably directed by Spike Lee or Jordan Peele. Both the subject matter and the style feel right up their street.
There’s even a hilarious vignette involving a certain US President – no prizes for guessing which one! – and his response to the crisis. As a polemic, it comes across as barking mad and frighteningly believable all at once, just like so many other actions of this loose cannon himself.
Naturally, I’m not going to reveal how The Trees plays out – you’ll have to read the book itself to discover that! However, let me reassure you that it’s absolutely worth the ride. This is a very clever satire, conveyed in the guise of a propulsive detective novel, raising thought-provoking questions about justice, revenge and deep-rooted racism in the US today – not least the country’s toxic history with lynchings and other racially-motivated violence.
A vital, provocative and hugely enjoyable book that deserves to be widely read. I’m delighted to see it on the Booker shortlist – a terrific choice indeed!
The Trees is published by Influx Press; personal copy.
This sounds so good! It’s already on my list, although I was planning to read some of his earlier books first. He seems to have a brilliant, scathing sense of humour.
Yes, definitely! This was my first by him, but I’m interested to read more. There’s quite a backlist to choose from, too – some thirty books, I believe!
I was so thrilled when this book ended up on the Booker shortlist and hope it brings Percival Everett the wider readership outside America he deserves. His work spans an interesting range and the way he uses excoriating humor here to bare the heart of racism is brilliantly done. This particular book brings to mind work by James McBride, Joe Ide, and Walter Mosley. A perceptive review Jacqui, thank you.
I’m so glad you enjoy my review, Jule, and (more importantly) the book! Funnily enough, I’d only stumbled across him a year or so ago when Naomi and Kirsty discussed one of his earlier books (the ‘Not Sidney Poitier’ one) on their ‘Late to It’ podcast. But when The Trees ended up on the Booker longlist, I knew I had to read it. Walter Mosley is a really interesting comparison, and maybe a touch of Chester Hines, too, although it’s been a while since I last read him. Which of Everett’s other books would you recommend, Jule? Are there one or two in particular that stand out?
Hmm, I’m torn but will go with Everett’s So Much Blue and Telephone. I have a real soft spot for Glyph, but that one may not quite be your cup of tea. His new book, Dr. No, is coming out here at the beginning of November and looks most interesting.
(And another name to add to our author list, like Himes from an older generation, Rudolph Fisher.)
Excellent! Many thanks, Jule. I’ve made a note of those, Funnily enough, Trevor (@Mookse) posted a photo of Dr No on his twitter feed last night and it looks really fascinating. I’m very curious to hear more about that, as and when!
Sounds very cleverly done, using satire and humour to bring home things more effectively.
Yes, exactly that. It’s brilliantly done, such that the reader is constantly thinking “I can’t believe you’ve just said that…but you have!”.
Great review Jacqui – I think you really tease out a lot of strands of what is obviously a very cleverly put together book. Everett is a name that keeps cropping up, so I do appreciate your posting about him. That mixture of satire, surrealism and a crime plot is obviously a brilliant way to get his point across, and with the increase in intolerance across the globe, his anti-racist narrative is a vital one.
Thanks, Karen. I really appreciate you saying that. It’s so refreshing to see something like this on the Booker shortlist, particularly because it draws so heavily on various aspects of genre fiction to explore an ongoing issue in such a provocative way. He’s clearly quite welcome known in the US, but I’m sure this will give him a wider readership across the globe, even if The Trees doesn’t win.
A new name to me yet he obviously has a long list of books to his name. So good to see him on the Booker short list. What an interesting list it is this year.
Yes, a very interesting list, although I was a little sad not to see Audrey Magee’s The Colony in the final six. Still, The Trees is very much deserving of its place on the shortlist, and it’s refreshing to see something so subversive (and downright entertaining) in the mix! There’s quite a back catalogue to explore with Everett, too — some thirty book, I think! — so there’s probably something for most readers there.
Well done, Jacqui, I’ll definitely order this novel straightaway, even if for later consumption. Sounds a fascinating take on very important US history.
Excellent! I’m so glad you like the sound of it, Jennifer. It really is a very clever book – and hugely engaging too, despite the tragedies at the centre of it.
Gosh this sounds absolutely brilliant, though perhaps some brutal scenes with those killings and mutilations. What an incredible story cleverly told.
Thankfully, virtually all the violence is off-the-page, so to speak, so there are are no detailed descriptions of the initial killings themselves, just the discoveries of the bodies and subsequent investigations. That said, Everett never lets us forget the cumulative gravity of these lynchings over time, particularly through the records accumulated by Mama Z.
This sounds so clever in how it approaches the themes. I’ve not read this prolific author at all, clearly I need to get to him!
Yes, it’s incredibly impressive, and the dialogue feels so realistic and down pat – there’s no filtering for political correctness, for instance, as Everett doesn’t hold back. I’m really glad I picked it up!
I’m so keen to read this, I’ve never read Everett before but it sounds amazing.
You’d love it, Cathy. Definitely a book for you.
This looks so interesting. I picked it up in a bookshop this morning, but decided to read your review before buying it.
You make it sound a very enticing read.
It’s fascinating and very cleverly done. I’m thinking of it as a possibility for my book group as there’s so much to discuss!
This sounds like a great choice for my book group – thank you for the review! I have just finished a master’s degree (online) at the University of Southern Mississippi and have had a few culture shock moments over the past three years. I am going down there in December for the graduation ceremony which should be interesting!
Wow, that will be an experience! I’ll be interested to hear how you get on…
As for Everett’s book, it would be a terrific choice for a book group as there’s so much to discuss, not only the issues it raises but also the author’s style. I mentioned it to one of my book group friends the other day, and she’s downloading a sample to read on her kindle. So, maybe we’ll end up doing it too, especially if it wins the Booker!
Glad to read your endorsement of this – I’ve not yet read Everett but everything I’ve heard about him tells me I should!
Yes, absolutely. Like you, I’d heard nothing but great things about Everett before this novel came out; so when it ended up on the Booker longlist (and now shortlist) I knew I had to read it. Definitely a writer worth trying, just to see how you get on.
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