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'Essential. This year's hit debut' - Guardian
'A biting tale of race and class' - Sunday Times
'I couldn't put this down' - Jojo Moyes
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The instant Sunday Times and New York Times bestseller
Longlisted for the Booker Prize
A Times, Guardian, Sunday Times, Telegraph, Mail on Sunday, Red, Good Housekeepingand Cosmopolitan Book of the Year
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When Emira is apprehended at a supermarket for 'kidnapping' the white child she's actually babysitting, it sets off an explosive chain of events. Her employer Alix, a feminist blogger with the best of intentions, resolves to make things right.
But Emira herself is aimless, broke and wary of Alix's desire to help. When a surprising connection emerges between the two women, it sends them on a crash course that will upend everything they think they know – about themselves, each other, and the messy dynamics of privilege.
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'Bites into the zeitgeist then spits it out with gusto. You really should read it, ASAP' - Stylist
'About power dynamics, race, social commentary, and also why and how we are the woman we are' - Pandora Sykes
'An extraordinarily deft debut, written with wisdom, kindness and sharp humour' - Daily Mail
'A beautiful tale of how we live now' - Elizabeth Day
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A Reese Witherspoon and Zoella Book Club Pick
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBloomsbury Publishing
- Publication date7 Jan. 2020
- File size1704 KB
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This is the calling card of a virtuoso talent, a thrilling millennial spin on the 19th-century novel of manners that may call to mind another recent literary sensation. I had thought of ending this review by predicting that Kiley Reid may be the next Sally Rooney. But Such a Fun Age is so fresh and essential that I predict instead that next year we'll be anxiously awaiting the next Kiley Reid, Guardian
What a joy to find a debut novel so good that it leaves you looking forward to the rest of its author's career . . . A tantalisingly plotted tale about the way we live now . . . Such a Fun Age speaks for itself; I suspect it will turn its writer into a star, The Times
Will fire off a million debates . . . The pages sing with charisma and humour, Sunday Times
Razor-sharp . . . Reid writes with a confidence and verve that produce magnetic prose . . . A cracking debut - charming, authentic and every bit as entertaining as it is calmly, intelligently damning, Observer
Smart, fast-paced and beautifully observed, Reid tackles timely themes around race and political correctness with wit and verve, Mail on Sunday
Witty and incisive . . . What Kiley Reid's debut novel delivers is a more compelling indictment of humans, of how we interact with ourselves and each other, than most writers could muster . . . A dazzlingly clear-eyed study of relationships: between partners, mothers and daughters, peers and friends, Financial Times
I LOVED this extraordinarily deft debut, written with wisdom, kindness and sharp humour . . . Clever, compelling and beautifully written, Daily Mail
Marks the arrival of a serious new talent, i
A voice to watch . . . A smart, witty debut that smuggles sharp points about racial blindness, privilege and the gig economy inside a zesty comedy of manners, Metro
One of the most buzzed-about books of 2020 - and for good reason . . . Brilliant at capturing relationships, as well as the obliviousness of white privilege. Smart, punchy, well-paced and with an irresistible twist, Elle
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In a crowded apartment and across from someone screaming “That’s my song!,” Emira stood next to her girlfriends Zara, Josefa, and Shaunie. It was a Saturday night in September, and there was a little over an hour left of Shaunie’s twenty- sixth birthday. Emira turned the volume up on her phone and asked Mrs. Chamberlain to say it again.
“Is there any way you can take Briar to the grocery store for a bit?” Mrs. Chamberlain said. “I’m so sorry to call. I know it’s late.”
It was almost astonishing that Emira’s daily babysitting job (a place of pricey onesies, colorful stacking toys, baby wipes, and sectioned dinner plates) could interrupt her current nighttime state (loud music, bodycon dresses, lip liner, and red Solo cups). But here was Mrs. Chamberlain, at 10:51 p.m., waiting for Emira to say yes. Under the veil of two strong mixed drinks, the intersection of these spaces almost seemed funny, but what wasn’t funny was Emira’s current bank balance: a total of seventy-nine dollars and sixteen cents. After a night of twenty-dollar entrées, birthday shots, and collective gifts for the birthday girl, Emira Tucker could really use the cash.
“Hang on,” she said. She set her drink down on a low coffee table and stuck her middle finger into her other ear. “You want me to take Briar right now?”
On the other side of the table, Shaunie placed her head on Josefa’s shoulder and slurred, “Does this mean I’m old now? Is twenty-six old?” Josefa pushed her off and said, “Shaunie, don’t start.” Next to Emira, Zara untwisted her bra strap. She made a disgusted face in Emira’s direction and mouthed, Eww, is that your boss?
“Peter accidentally—we had an incident with a broken window and . . . I just need to get Briar out of the house.” Mrs. Chamberlain’s voice was calm and strangely articulate as if she were delivering a baby and saying, Okay, mom, it’s time to push. “I’m so sorry to call you this late,” she said. “I just don’t want her to see the police.”
“Oh wow. Okay, but, Mrs. Chamberlain?” Emira sat down at the edge of a couch. Two girls started dancing on the other side of the armrest. The front door of Shaunie’s apartment opened to Emira’s left, and four guys came in yelling, “Ayyeee!”
“Jesus,” Zara said. “All these niggas tryna stunt.”
“I don’t exactly look like a babysitter right now,” Emira warned. “I’m at a friend’s birthday.” “Oh God. I’m so sorry. You should stay—”
“No no, it’s not like that,” Emira said louder. “I can leave. I’m just letting you know that I’m in heels and I’ve like . . . had a drink or two. Is that okay?”
Baby Catherine, the youngest Chamberlain at five months old, wailed in the receiver. Mrs. Chamberlain said, “Peter, can you please take her?” and then, up close, “Emira, I don’t care what you look like. I’ll pay for your cab here and your cab home.”
Emira slipped her phone into the pouch of her crossbody bag, making sure all of her other belongings were present. When she stood and relayed the news of her early departure to her girlfriends, Josefa said, “You’re leaving to babysit? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Guys . . . listen. No one needs to babysit me,” Shaunie informed the group. One of her eyes was open and the other was trying very hard to match.
Josefa wasn’t through asking questions. “What kind of mom asks you to babysit this late?”
Emira didn’t feel like getting into specifics. “I need the cash,” she said. She knew it was highly unlikely, but she added, “I’ll come back if I get done, though.”
Zara nudged her and said, “Imma roll witchyou.”
Emira thought, Oh, thank God. Out loud, she said, “Okay, cool.”
Market Depot sold bone broths, truffle butters, smoothies from a station that was currently dark, and several types of nuts in bulk. The store was bright and empty, and the only open checkout lane was the one for ten items or fewer. Next to a dried-fruit section, Zara bent in her heels and held her dress down to retrieve a box of yogurt-covered raisins. “Umm . . . eight dollars?” She quickly placed them back on the shelf and stood up. “Gotdamn. This is a rich people grocery store.”
Well, Emira mouthed with the toddler in her arms, this is a rich-people baby.
“I want dis.” Briar reached out with both hands for the copper-colored hoops that hung in Zara’s ears.
Emira inched closer. “How do you ask?”
“Peas I want dis now Mira peas.”
Zara’s mouth dropped open. “Why is her voice always so raspy and cute?”
“Move your braids,” Emira said. “I don’t want her to yank them.”
Zara tossed her long braids — a dozen of them were a whitish blond — over one shoulder and held her earring out to Briar. “Next weekend Imma get twists from that girl my cousin knows. Hi, Miss Briar, you can touch.” Zara’s phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her bag and started typing, leaning into Briar’s little tugs.
Emira asked, “Are they all still there?”
“Ha!” Zara tipped her head back. “Shaunie just threw up in a plant and Josefa is pissed. How long do you have to stay?”
“I don’t know.” Emira set Briar back on the ground. “But homegirl can look at the nuts for hours so it’s whatever.”
“Mira’s makin’ money, Mira’s makin money . . .” Zara danced her way into the frozen-food aisle. Emira and Briar walked behind her as she put her hands on her knees and bounced in the faint reflection in the freezer doors, pastel ice cream logos mirrored on her thighs. Her phone buzzed again. “Ohmygod, I gave my number to that guy at Shaunie’s?” she said, looking at her screen.
“He is so thirsty for me, it’s stupid.”
“You dancing.” Briar pointed up at Zara. She put two fingers into her mouth and said, “You . . . you dancing and no music.”
“You want music?” Zara’s thumb began to scroll. “I’ll play something but you gotta dance too.”
“No explicit content, please,” Emira said. “I’ll get fired if she repeats it.”
Zara waved three fingers in Emira’s direction. “I got this I got this.”
Seconds later, Zara’s phone exploded with sound. She flinched, said, “Whoops,” and turned the volume down. Synth filled the aisle, and as Whitney Houston began to sing, Zara began to twist her hips. Briar started to hop, holding her soft white elbows in her hands, and Emira leaned back on a freezer door, boxes of frozen breakfast sausages and waffles shining in waxy cardboard behind her.
Emira joined them as Zara sang the chorus, that she wanted to feel the heat with somebody. She spun Briar around and crisscrossed her chest as another body began to come down the aisle. Emira felt relieved to see a middle-aged woman with short gray hair in sporty leggings and a T-shirt reading St. Paul’s Pumpkinfest 5K. She looked like she had definitely danced with a child or two at some point in her life, so Emira kept going. The woman put a pint of ice cream into her basket and grinned at the dancing trio. Briar screamed, “You dance like Mama!”
As the last key change of the song started to play, a cart came into the aisle pushed by someone much taller. His shirt read Penn State and his eyes were sleepy and cute, but Emira was too far into the choreography to stop without seeming completely affected. She did the Dougie as she caught bananas in his moving cart. She dusted off her shoulders as he reached for a frozen vegetable medley. When Zara told Briar to take a bow, the man silently clapped four times in their direction before he left the aisle. Emira centered her skirt back onto her hips.
“Dang, you got me sweatin’.” Zara leaned down. “Gimme high five. Yes, girl. That’s it for me.”
Emira said, “You out?”
Zara was back on her phone, typing manically. “Someone just might get it tonight.”
Emira placed her long black hair over one shoulder. “Girl, you do you but that boy is real white.”
Zara shoved her. “It’s 2015, Emira! Yes we can!”
“Uh-huh.”
“Thanks for the cab ride, though. Bye, sister.”
Zara tickled the top of Briar’s head before turning to leave. As her heels ticked toward the front of the store, Market Depot suddenly seemed very white and very still.
“Excuse me, ma’am.” Footsteps followed and when Emira turned around, a gold security badge blinked and glittered in her face. On top it read Public Safety and the bottom curve read Philadelphia.
Briar pointed up at his face. “That,” she said, “is not the mailman.”
Emira swallowed and heard herself say, “Oh, hi.” The man stood in front of her and placed his thumbs in his belt loops, but he did not say hello back.
Emira touched her hair and said, “Are you guys closing or something?” She knew this store would stay open for another forty-five minutes—it stayed open, clean, and stocked until midnight on weekends—but she wanted him to hear the way she could talk. From behind the security guard’s dark sideburns, at the other end of the aisle, Emira saw another face. The gray-haired, athletic-looking woman, who had appeared to be touched by Briar’s dancing, folded her arms over her chest. She’d set her grocery basket down by her feet.
“Ma’am,” the guard said. Emira looked up at his large mouth and small eyes. He looked like the type of person to have a big family, the kind that spends holidays together for the entire day from start to finish, and not the type of person to use ma’am in passing. “It’s very late for someone this small,” he said. “Is this your child?”
“No.” Emira laughed. “I’m her babysitter.”
“Alright, well . . .” he said, “with all due respect, you don’t look like you’ve been babysitting tonight.” --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
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- ASIN : B07T1CJGBP
- Publisher : Bloomsbury Publishing; 1st edition (7 Jan. 2020)
- Language : English
- File size : 1704 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 321 pages
- Best Sellers Rank: 12,443 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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Kiley Reid is the author of Such A Fun Age, which was a New York Times Best Seller and longlisted for the 2020 Booker Prize. Her writing has been featured in The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, Playboy, The Guardian, and others. Reid is currently an assistant professor at the University of Michigan.
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The story opens with Emira, a young black woman, being accused of having kidnapped the white child she is babysitting. Whilst this event and its aftermath frame the story, they aren't really the focus of it in the way I expected from the blurb. Emira's employer is Alix, an affluent white woman who misses her New York lifestyle and beneath her polished exterior is a mass of insecurities. Alix is desperate to be Emira's friend, something the young woman doesn't particularly reciprocate. Throw into that mix a figure from Alix's past that she had hoped never to see again, and its not hard to see that things are unlikely to end well.
It is a story about race, in some ways, but maybe less so than the first few chapters would suggest. I would say it's more a story about class, as rather than simply pigeon holing the characters by colour it goes into the nuances between social groups of all kinds. For example Alix tries to hide the fact she has moved out of New York (to Philadelphia, so not exactly the sticks) as it doesn't suit her online image, and looks down on her husband's colleague simply because she is nice. Alix's high flying black friend Tamra is contrasted with the quiet, directionless Emira - yet there is still an implication that these two women should somehow be paired together based on their skin colour despite not appearing to have much if anything else in common.
I felt sorry for Emira, who loved her job as a babysitter and her relationship with the (hilariously written) three-year-old Briar. She was constantly being told she had to do better and do more, but what is wrong with enjoying a career as a caregiver? It might not be great money and her qualifications might have enabled her to do more, but she liked the work. People applaud city high-fliers who decide to opt for a quieter life in a lower paid career they enjoy - so why not extend the same respect to someone who has found a job they like straight off? About the only thing that seemed to unite all of the disparate characters was their consensus that there is something inherently lowly about childcare and it should be seen as a stopgap rather than an actual rewarding (and highly skilled) profession. In fact, everyone in Emira's life seemed to think they had the right to interfere in and dictate to her about every element of it. No wonder she seemed so passive - she was probably worn down by the constant browbeating. So many times I wanted all of them - regardless of skin colour, relationship to her, or how good their intentions - to just shut up and let her live her own life.
The storyline takes a rather unexpected turn and in many ways becomes more about the repercussions of the difficult history between Alix and her ex-boyfriend, than about Emira - who of course ends up as collateral damage. I'm not sure if that is supposed to be allegorical - the black woman left disadvantaged by two white adults who can't let go of something that happened decades ago. The characters are complex and it would be interesting to discuss them with someone else who had read the book. It would be a great book group read - so much to get your teeth into. I suspect it is one of those books that different people will have very different opinions about.
Even now I find it hard to say exactly how I felt about the certain characters, whom I sympathised with and hated at different points. Whereas Emira herself is likeable, she doesn't feel fleshed out enough to be truly loveable, which is a shame as I think if she was that would elevate the book from good to great. The book becomes too much about its dominating supporting characters and not enough about the young woman at the centre. Again, that may be intentional by Reid to make a point, but perhaps she does it a bit too effectively.
Overall it is a thought provoking and interesting read and I can see why it has achieved such critical acclaim. I found it frustrating in many ways, and perhaps was meant to, and that's why it gets the four star rating. I liked it and admired it more than loved it, but it's definitely a good read and as I say, would be ideal for a book club.
Wealthy TV news anchor man, Peter Chamberlain and his influencer wife, Alix, have left New York and are now living in Philadelphia, where they hire Emira Tucker, a young, black woman to work as a babysitter for their toddler daughter, Briar, so that Alix can have some free in order to write a book. When an unpleasant incident occurs at the Chamberlain home, triggered by an unthinking racist remark made by Peter on air, Emira, who is on a night out with her girlfriends, is asked by Alix to come and take Briar out of the house whilst the police are called. Emira takes Briar to a local upmarket grocery store, where her appearance late at night with a white child arouses the suspicions of the store's security guard and leads to him insinuating that Emira has abducted the child. Prevented from leaving the supermarket, Emira becomes angry and the confrontation between the security guard and Emira is filmed on the phone of Kelley Copeland, a white man who is shopping in the store. Offering to put the film online, Kelley - who, we soon learn, considers himself very 'woke' - tells Emira she could not only sue the store but make everyone aware of the racial prejudice shown towards her when she was merely carrying out her job. The Chamberlains rush to show how horrified they both are by the incident and Alix, who is scared that Emira will quit her job and desperate to show that her privileged lifestyle doesn't mean that she is not aware of Emira's situation, tries to compensate by making friendly overtures to her babysitter - friendly overtures that she has not bothered to make before the grocery store incident. In fact Alix becomes so caught up with Emira that she becomes almost obsessed with the younger woman to the extent of practically trying to appropriate Emira's life, and when Alix endeavours to make herself feel better about what has happened to her babysitter, without considering what Emira really wants, all goes rather horribly wrong...
A very topical story and one which looks at issues that are close to many people's hearts (not just racial and class prejudice and white privilege, but also looks at working mothers, those they hire to look after their children, female friendship and more), but one which although has a very good premise, is not executed as well as it could have been. Ms Reid writes dialogue well - I particularly enjoyed the conversations Emira had with her toddler charge - and the relationship between Emira and Briar was very engagingly portrayed; however, the protagonists seemed to lack dimension and I wanted to know more about them and what had shaped their lives - some of the characters appeared little more than ciphers in order for the author to tell her story. That said, I found it interesting how Ms Riley portrayed Kelley and of his attempts to identify with black people and how he seemed to almost fetishise over women of colour; I also felt that how the author wrote about the way that some white privileged people attempt to show others how racially and socially aware they are (and how they often behave in a way that serves to make themselves feel better about certain situations rather than really listening to those they are supposed to be connecting with) was carried out well. So, in summary, a bit of a curate's egg; there is certainly something here to interest and inform the reader, but the execution of the story (in addition to a large part of the plot relying on a very unlikely coincidence) made this a less than entirely satisfying read. However, after having watched an interview with the author - who, I felt, put her point across well - I would be interested in seeing where Ms Reid goes with her next novel.
3 Stars.









