I finished this one at the back of December as a kind of companion to a reading series on motherhood. As someone who spent much of adolescence in a faith practice under my mother’s influence, I was interested in how a gay man (raised even more religious than me with a mother more devout than mine) would write about his mother.

I hate to be hard negative on a book a publisher was so kind as to let me read for free, but I know other people are positive on Jenkins’s work, so I feel there is enough counterbalance.

My biggest issue is there is little fulfillment of premise. The author’s goal is to have a (kind) confrontation with his mother following an email he sent her trying to establish the limits her religion may be having on her acceptance of the author. Jenkins does all this while recreating with his mother a journey across America that Jenkins’s parents became famous for in the 70s.

Out of respect for his mother’s age, they take this recreation as a road trip, which means immediately that the journey lacks meaningful arduousness. Furthermore, nothing substantial happens during the travel to them or their vehicle, meaning all tension must take place between the two of them.

Unfortunately (and relatably), Jenkins is too much of a former Christian Southern boy to actually confront his mother, so most of the tension is actually internal, creating little vehicle for a narrative. Add to this significant passages of text taken from podcasts and books (including his parents), and the story never really gains momentum.

I can relate to what is happening here, but I cannot say that it makes for a compelling story to novelize.