![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() (And they were in no way alone in these behaviors – one look at the news reveals that human failings do not discriminate based on socioeconomic class lines.)Īnd yet, Random Family doesn’t pity its subjects. The way some of the men treated the women was abominable, the way some of the mothers raised their children was sometimes borderline (or not so borderline) negligent, and yet often they repeated the same destructive behavior from generation to generation. Their lives seem tragic to sheltered me, and yet, they weren’t much different from other people they knew. I used to pass them on the way from the parking lot to campus every day. I realized that I know these people, or people like them. At one point, several of the characters move up the Hudson to the small city in which I went to college. ![]() The book grew progressively more heavy, and I grew progressively more depressed at the plight of these people, knowing that they are not only real, but they live in my city – and their experience is hardly an anomaly. The first two pages introduce some of our main characters, their convoluted relationships, and drugs, and I figured that would be par for the course. At first, I was dubious – the story seemed overwrought for overwroughtness’s sake. In a graduate class called “Storied New York” last spring, one of our required texts was the book Random Family, by Adrian Nicole LeBlanc. ![]()
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