Book Review: White Fur
White Fur
by: Jardine Libaire
“This is a sickness that doesn’t start or end in the bowels, in
measles, in a high temperature or a tin pan of vomit. It’s all light and darkness, creeping through
his cells, staining the molecules of his soul one by one. It’s the photosynthesis of ideas and
memories, impressions, dreams. The body actually
likes to host sickness, courting this rash or feeding that tumor, letting those
chemicals glitter and shimmer through the blood. There’s a way to resolve chaos and that’s to
finish what was started, and every organism knows this emergency plan without
being told.”
Have you ever people watched and wondered what it would be
like to live someone else’s life? I don’t
mean trading places with a friend of yours who you envy, but rather trading
places with the homeless man begging on the street in 100-degree weather while
everyone pretends they can’t see him. Maybe
it’s just me, but I am constantly wondering what it would be like to live a
different life. Where am I going with
this? White Fur was my opportunity to
not only people-watch, but to also delve into the psyche of two unique
individuals.
Jamey is the epitome of wealth and class. Born with a trust fund and given anything he
ever wanted, he never actually had to decide on what he wanted. Elise was born to a teenaged mother in the
projects. She is homeless and wandering
when she spies Jamey and knows she must have him. White Fur is their love story, taking place in New Haven and New York City in the 1980s.
I don’t know exactly what to say about White Fur, except to
recommend that you read it for yourself.
It has all the makings of a tragic story of love and loss, except it
really isn’t all that tragic.
I received a free copy of this book from Blogging for Books and the publisher, HOGARTH, in return for my honest review.
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