Review by C.J. Bunce
As you look at that great Paul Mann cover art for Blood Sugar, would you ever guess the following describes what is inside? A modern-day look at the struggles of a teenager in a broken home and broken society in the vein of S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders (or any of her early books, for that matter). It has the gritty street life from Attack the Block, Do the Right Thing, or Car Wash, the “being different” of Lucas (the film with Corey Haim) and the coming of age confusion and angst of Stephen King’s Stand By Me aka The Body and issues kids worry about like in Judy Blume’s Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. What?
In one way Blood Sugar is the worst written novel you’ll ever read. And in another way, it’s the kind of story that should already be optioned to become an independent film. That “bad writing” is tricky, because the story is told in an experimental manner through the voice of a young teenager named Jody, a boy whose life is a mess and whose street sense surpasses any “book learning” he passed up in his life so far. Author Daniel Kraus, through the voice of Jody, speaks in rambling sentences, stream of conscience thoughts, and with little punctuation and grammar (no apostrophes, etc.). It’s distracting at first to the point a reader may just walk away, but it doesn’t take too long to realize Kraus’s characters are real if not disturbingly so. Yes, they are a mess, but this book might be worthwhile in the hands of the right kid. Kraus is a screenplay writer, known for his script to The Shape of Water and his young adult works. It no doubt takes some commitment to write an entire story in this strange manner. His novel reads like a screenplay, and it’s far more a young adult novel than anything you’ve read before in the Hard Case Crime series. It’s not a fun read–it’s dark, and desperate, and dire–the kids have no good path ahead, and their plight is like that of the doomed kids in Bless the Beasts and Children. But it’s one heckuva thought-provoking drama.
Jody is a funny, dumb, impressionable kid. He hasn’t read much but he knows The Lord of the Rings movies backward and forward. He rarely swears, instead using goofy swapped words for profanity, which drops the serious and sometimes violent nature of the content into something that should pass for a PG-13 rating, something like I would have read in eighth grade. This is a dark story of drugs and living in a rat-infested, inner-city project, of mental health issues, bad parenting, of youth gone amok, all in that same theme–but in an updated 21st century way–as Rebel Without a Cause, or any of the books referenced above. And everything in Jody’s life hits a turning point on Halloween. This is not your typical crime novel.
