tascha reviewed Quicksand by Nella Larsen
oh wow such a great title I finally see what she did there
4 stars
Content warning mild spoiler re: happy v. sad ending
I recommend this book if you're in the mood for loads of adverbs. This was a main reason for my impulse buy, and it really delivered. Full marks for long sentences with loads of texture.
Another main reason was that the blurb says it’s about Helga Crane, a mixed-race woman (Danish/West Indian) “search[ing] for a sense of belonging and acceptance” in the American Deep South, Harlem and Copenhagen in the 1920s. Very intriguing, right? I’ve never read a book about a Black person in Scandinavia in the 1920s, let alone a book that compares a Black experience there to one in the United States.
For about 80% of the book, I thought I'd recommend it if you're looking to feel buoyed by a character who listens to her gut and makes dramatic decisions that go against all financial/social reason but somehow work out (e.g. quitting her stable job in the first chapter just because she hates it, without any plan for what comes after). I didn’t expect so many fortuitous things to happen to a lonely, orphaned Black person of that era! I was thrilled. Alas, I ignored the title. The title is so good. I’m worried telling you this will ruin its effect, though. Now you’ll be constantly questioning where the quicksand comes into it. Then again, maybe you would have done that anyway.
I am aware that I am both telling you nothing about this book and also telling you too much. I really like the pacing, is one thing I’m saying.
At first, the reading made me feel uncomfortably pro-caution, even though the character kept showing me that her instincts were GREAT and she would be fine. I found myself worrying about her vanishing youth and therefore social currency and thinking, god, she has it all right now, but she needs to LOCK IT DOWN (i.e. get married, the middle of this book made me feel uncomfortably pro-marriage, I’m so sorry Helga). Then … well, if you’ve read the book, tell me: is the moral of the story that repressed desire will mess you up? Her instincts are perfect until she is completely mad with thwarted longing, and then it’s all over.
(I read Nella Larsen’s Wikipedia entry in a panic afterwards, because the blurb says the book is semi-autobiographical, but thank god the ending is not her exact life.)