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All My Rage

par Sabaa Tahir

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A family extending from Pakistan to California, deals with generations of young love, old regrets, and forgiveness. Lahore, Pakistan. Then. Misbah is a dreamer and storyteller, newly married to Toufiq in an arranged match. After their young life is shaken by tragedy, they come to the United States and open the Clouds' Rest Inn Motel, hoping for a new start. Juniper, California. Now. Salahudin and Noor are more than best friends; they are family. Growing up as outcasts in the small desert town of Juniper, California, they understand each other the way no one else does. Until The Fight, which destroys their bond with the swift fury of a star exploding. Now, Sal scrambles to run the family motel as his mother Misbah's health fails and his grieving father loses himself to alcoholism. Noor, meanwhile, walks a harrowing tightrope: working at her wrathful uncle's liquor store while hiding the fact that she's applying to college so she can escape him--and Juniper--forever. When Sal's attempts to save the motel spiral out of control, he and Noor must ask themselves what friendship is worth--and what it takes to defeat the monsters in their pasts and the ones in their midst. From one of today's most cherished and bestselling young adult authors comes a breathtaking novel of young love, old regrets, and forgiveness--one that's both tragic and poignant in its tender ferocity.… (plus d'informations)
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Two Pakistani teens living in California, who have been friends since they were little, struggle with issues of racism, mental and physical abuse, grief, and drug abuse. Can their friendship last when it all culminates in a fateful encounter with the police?

This Printz Award winner definitely deserves all the praise. The subject matter is sometimes brutal, but Tahir handles it beautifully, all while creating believable and complex characters and crafting a first-rate story. Definitely recommended. ( )
  electrascaife | Feb 28, 2024 |
Lahore; Pakistán. Entonces. Misbah es una joven soñadora que acaba de casarse con Toufiq en un matrimonio concertado. Tras ser golpeados por la tragedia; viajan a los Estados Unidos en busca de un nuevo comienzo y abren el motel Clouds¿ Rest Inn. Juniper; California. Ahora. Salahudin y Noor son más que mejores amigos: se consideran familia. Al crecer como marginados en una pequeña ciudad desértica se entienden mutuamente mejor que nadie. Hasta que tiene lugar la Pelea; que destruye su vínculo con la furia de una estrella al explotar. Ahora; Sal se esfuerza por hacer que el motel familiar funcione mientras Misbah; su madre; pierde la salud y su padre se refugia en el alcohol. Noor; mientras tanto; camina por una terrible cuerda floja: trabaja en la licorería de su irritable tío mientras; a escondidas; planea matricularse en la universidad para escapar de él (y de Juniper) para siempre. Cuando los intentos de Sal por salvar el motel se descontrolan; él y Noor deberán replantearse el valor de la amistad y descubrir cómo derrotar a los fantasmas del pasado y a los que existen entre ellos. ( )
  AmicanaLibrary | Jan 29, 2024 |
Representation: Asian main characters, side Black and Brown characters
Trigger warnings: Death of an aunt from an illness, parents from an earthquake and other people from electrocution in the past, racism, racist slurs, blood, grief and loss depiction, physical assault, injury and child abuse, abusive and alcohol abusing uncle, imprisonment of a child, hospitalisation, bullying, near-death experience from a drug overdose, forced marriage
Score: Five points out of ten.
This review can also be found on The StoryGraph.

Man, this book wasn't great and to say it was sad wouldn't be the right words to describe this one. I added it to my list a few days ago at the time of writing this review and a few days later I picked it up from one of the two libraries I visited and finally read it. When I finished it, I thought the novel was too depressing (don't get me wrong, a book can be depressing and still be enjoyable but it needs a balance of depression and more positive emotions, but this one didn't have that.) Did I mention this novel circled my recommendations once? It starts with one story's main character Misbah Malik living in Pakistan who is arranged to marry her predetermined partner when it cuts to the present day in Juniper, California with the other story's protagonists Noor (I initially pronounced it so that it rhymes with bore until she said it rhymes with lure so I switched to that) and Salahudin.

Another book similar to this I've read and enjoyed is Hollow Fires by Samira Ahmed but I found that better than this one. I appreciate the author for writing this novel engagingly because of the outstanding descriptions of everything. Here is where the flaws surface; like other books I've read I could never fully connect to all the people who drive the story forward like Misbah, Noor or Salahudin and the plotline(s) were all over the place (I'll explain that later) making them disjointed and harder for me to read or enthral myself in. Now Noor and Salahudin had to get through the death of whom they call Misbah Auntie from kidney problems she refused to address properly (she'd use turmeric instead of going to the doctor) and already I felt miserable but the worst is yet to come. The past narrative told me that Noor's parents died in an earthquake in Pakistan and no one but another person, Chachu (her uncle) saved her with his bare hands which the book repeats sometimes to presumably drive it into my head. I don't understand why I had to look at Misbah's perspective in the past after she died in the present because it didn't add anything significant and distracted from the present perspective story. There are myriad issues the novel talks about much to its detriment as I felt it couldn't pick a single issue to focus on (like alcohol abuse, racism, child abuse and drug abuse) and instead it tried to concentrate on all of them but failed. Maybe if it picked one it could be better.

Everything takes a turn for the worst when Noor applied for seven different universities but to no avail and she tries to pay off the bills without Misbah (whose life went on a downward spiral) to similar results while also dealing with racist attacks at her school and the rage as she calls it bottling inside her (shutting down feelings never works well especially when she physically punches Jamie, the culprit, in return.) Chachu uses a (destructive) coping strategy, alcohol to deal with all the struggles in his life which didn't go to plan as he abuses Noor so she runs away. At least Jamie got karma in the end, Noor got accepted to a university and both people in the present move on ending the book swiftly. I won't reread this but I might read An Ember in the Ashes and its succeeding instalments. ( )
  Law_Books600 | Jan 17, 2024 |
Compelling story of two families - Pakistani born Toufiq (Abu) Malik and his bride Misbah, who come to the California Mojave Desert dusty town of Juniper and purchase a motel, raising their son Salahudin AND Noor Raiz, orphaned at the age of 6 from a horrible earthquake in her parent's Pakistani town, who lives with her uncle "Chacu" Riaz and his American wife Brooke. Alternate narration moving into the past for Misbah, and the present with Salahudin and Noor. Poignant examination of two teens trying so hard to help their families, live with limited resources, and follow their dreams to attend a good college and become more. Subplots include death of the mom, Misbah, Sal's father's out of control drinking, Noor's uncle's physical and mental abuse towards her, bullying from a really horrid teen girl, and a slimy drug dealer student who beguiles Salahudin into dealing. A traffic stop throws both Noor and Sal into jail, facing drug charges and deraling their future plans, as well as tearing their friendship apart. Dramatic, but realistic with Noor's and Sal's internal monologues reflecting their teenage perspective. Sympathetic characters, including their English teacher, a doctor who knows Salahudin's childhood trauma, & a local imam and his wife also provide great support and validation for Noor's and Sal's respect, if not devotion, to their Muslim faith. The Pakistani words, food, and customs add to the overall atmosphere of the immigrant story, but might deter less mature readers, as well as all the alternating narration, serious themes of drugs, death of family, addiction and abuse. One of my favorite quotes - spoken by Misbah, loving advice to a despairing Noor : "If we are lost, God is like water, finding the unknowable path when we cannot". ( )
  BDartnall | Sep 19, 2023 |
I found this more teachable to read than “All the Bright Places”, my other romantic crisis comedy, [edit: I don’t use that tag anymore], although I find that I respond to it less. The net effect is a toss-up. Both these effects are basically from the fact that it’s not Anglo but Pakistani, and Pakistanis are marked as different from people of European origin by American society, whatever their skin tone, and indeed some of them are brown. So I feel like their lows are arguably lower and more, you know, scary and thrilling and literary, but then I also am a selfish Anglo at heart and it’s hard to vibrate with someone who comes from a different headspace. Not that they’re stereotypical Muslims or whatever, since they’re very much caught up in youth and/or academic culture; I’m not cool, anymore, I guess, so I didn’t look up every song mentioned, but it would have been good at to have read a book written this well back when I was a music-head. Of course, I did recognize the U2 song as coming off “Rattle and Hum”, and I’m happy that someone with practical talent/skill, ie novel-writing, could dismiss the snobby critics [ie like the song/get past the haters] as easily as they [the haters] dismiss everyone and everything else. I also have no problem with people listening to rap, even though I have little experience with that sort of heart-space (although not zero experience).

Anyway, basically I picked it up for the title and to learn about things like rage and parental alcoholism—both of which have been present in my life—but I don’t know if it does that in a “good” or “bad” way, you know; basically just—it sucks. [the experience] (Course, I shouldn’t use that metaphor.) It’s a vampire. It’s Dracula. It happens. 🧛‍♂️

I’ll let you know if I get any giant feels when the Cryptic Past Love Affair plot gets untangled; not what I picked it up for, but probably what I need. It’s more Buddhist to talk about the pain of growing up with an alcoholic, but you can only be so Buddhist, you know. Sometimes, you need something else. “You mean, Muslim?” No, not Muslim…. “Academic Marxist who owns a convenience store?” Not EXACTLY; not quite…. 😸

…. I don’t think I’d die trying to save a business started by a deceased parent instead of selling it to cancel their debts, but I guess that’s a cultural difference, you know; I’m attached to my family and intend to honor them as long as they’re alive, and will continue to live honorably after they’re gone, and it would be nice to have a solvent business or some other cool sort of income stream—but in the Middle East they have more of that family-and-tradition thing than we do, regardless of what (inclusive of metaphorical) shade of American we are, you know.

…. And also in a heartthrob crisis book, someone has to make a Really Bad Decision, right…. 😸 Incidentally I was listening to one of Michelle Obama’s books and she mentioned one of the tracks off “Talking Book” by Stevie Wonder, so I listened to that, even though I don’t listen to THAT much music anymore, you know. (Of course, I guess Michelle isn’t a teenager anymore LOL. I even heard she got married….) It’s funny because I listened to Talking Book: back then I sorta did it as a duty, you know; don’t hurt girlie, don’t hurt blackie, right; “I am not a racist” (spoiler: I was a racist)…. And I didn’t really enjoy it, you know…. Well, when you’re young, sometimes you make Really Bad Decisions: and Lord knows they don’t teach you how to make money or enjoy music….

…. If they taught people how to make money in school, instead of teaching Hugh Auden, you know—guy can’t decide whether to be cynical or guarded, so he splits the difference and does both, what the hell—but if you taught people how to take care of themselves and their needs, or at least how Not to end up as paralyzed and undecided about whether or not to live as Hugh Auden, there’d be less drug dealers—we just leave them with nothing, and when they leave the reservation we sic the dogs that prowl the streets of Alabama on them, you know…. And people co-operate with it, though, because they walk away from that thinking that their problem is lack of schooling, that they need to trade sanity for prestige, even though the “reward” is often a job you hate—trading sanity for a dollar—in exchange for a mountain of debt, you know: negative money in your bank account, that’s what you get for going to the Earl Pansypants College of Money Doesn’t Matter at Prestige University…. And then there’s the other obvious cost, right: (sci fi character) (throws down book) The student who cannot identify Hugh Auden’s first name will be (strikes something), Made Example Of!

You know, it’s like: if we don’t have money to pay for things, I don’t care, (sci fi character) I’ll put this country under literary law!

…. When I finish this, I’m not going to reread it or get a digital copy to keep forever, but I’m going to page through again and listen to the songs (and I might even buy another Jennifer Niven book—crappy romantic Anglos got to stick together…. But not in an X-rated way, you know, more like an R or PG-13 way, right….), largely because of the attitudes I have towards school which reading about the Pakistani teens in love has reinforced, you know…. The Greeks aren’t only ones with lyric poetry, although there are people who don’t know that…. There are schools that aren’t unlike being in the military, or perhaps a minimum-security prison, you know…. Because as much as youth dismisses and disregards age, age hates and fears the youth. Not so much your parents, although parents can be irresponsible—plenty of irresponsible people have kids…. But that guy whose job it is to educate and/or call the cops on you…. Even in a relatively high-performing-academically school, you know, it’s…. You call the goon squad first, basically.

…. And I actually went to a school that was largely Pakistani and Indian and East Asian, you know. But I don’t say that to brag—I had a lot of subliminal unacknowledged racism, (despite having brown friends), and when I moved away to a whiter area I became even more racist, right. Although I also came to acknowledge for the first time that I was racist: it was a trip; I thought that only Hitler was racist, you know. There was a lot of mental illness, and it was weird…. But I remember what it’s like to deal with the administration of an American prison, sorry, an American school. But I don’t know what it’s like to be Pakistani.

(Mexican girl) (with flair) Eso es la fey romantica!
(Plain Anglo) (dully) “This is the romantic faith.”
(Mexican girl) (points) You don’t really understand my language, white boy.
(Crappy Anglo Romantic) (pop drama) I would die for romance—for the faith!
(they look askance at him)
(Mexican girl) But I’m not going to //say anything//, white boy.
(Plain Anglo) You have a mental illness.
(Crappy Romantic Anglo) I do not! I do not have a mental illness.
(Plain Anglo) You just haven’t been diagnosed yet…. You just wait.

…. It is true that sometimes good Muslims, for lack of a better term, use the word “jihad” to mean any struggle, not really any sort of military or narrowly political thing, like, “I don’t judge your father for the way he fights his jihad against alcoholism.” Of course, the people who think that California is a half-foreign place because there are some immigrants there, don’t buy the argument, basically because on some level they know that that’s not how they would use the word, if they were Muslims. They’re afraid, on some level, of everything non-macho, so a liberal Muslim is worse than a backwards ones. The backwards one is at least convenient furniture. The liberal one just needs to be made to disappear, to the greatest degree possible, you know.

…. I actually decided to call this literary teen romance, instead of romantic crisis comedy, as described in the All the Bright Places review. Although this book changed its tags less than Bright Places because of that, since this is still going in roughly the same place (general literature, romantic comedy) as Austen and that literary romantic comedy about the girl who dated the robot that I read. Ironically this book is both possibly aimed at a younger audience and rather more serious in tone than the robot romance, of course. It is surprising how “big”—big brained, you know, always reaching—some youth books can be, you know.

…. It’s a nice book. Although there are plenty of things where the popular girl is terrible (easy to think well of, hard to Say something nice about), and even a few where ethnically marked people are the heroes—I mean, a few, right—it is harder for that in the real world. It’s different.

And I’d like to think they’ll survive and thrive, you know. ‘It’s okay to lose things….’ Oh, so That is what that damn poem was about! After all this time, now we have an answer!

…. So. Do you want to dismiss the Pakistani, or confirm her theory that she’s a victim with no agency?
—Now EYE want a lawyer, lol.

…. Anyway, it’s a teen book that literary—which basically means ‘difficult’, a real tear-your-heart-out romance, you know. It’s also written in a way that’s easy to read, stylistically. I don’t know if that makes it the Best Book Ever, or if there is such a thing, and the next time I see a teen novel that reminds me of television, as opposed to a (12-Step) meeting, I might buy it. But it was pretty good. It’s nice to have some print books on hand, not least because I had a technology snafu this morning, you know. God is a strange duck, a very uncanny duck; the tech guy from Amazon I texted with was named Mohammed. Obviously I kept it professional rather than mythopoetic, you know—it’s not like I’d want everyone I knew to gush about the two popes names Theodore—but, as a private joke that God played on me that I really don’t understand, it was pretty fun.

God is one crazy sick girl, you know. 🤪

…. You believe in forgiveness if you’re Muslim, Christian, Jew
But not if you’re aged from one to ninety-two

:)

They’ll probably study my reviews in some class someday, you know. Hopefully it won’t be one of these prison-schools, you know…. Lock it up, shut it down. Lock it up, shut it down. Go velociraptors! 🦖

…. Fuck, what a dark story. It IS a romance; it certainly is.

But it’s a lit-style book to make you like blockbuster, TV/competition-type, and campy books, you know.

Don’t tell me the truth; it just makes it worse. Don’t tell me lies.

But don’t tell me everything you think you know.

…. I guess that when I picked this up, I wasn’t ready for a book happier than a 12-step book, you know. Different, I guess, kinda. But happier? Not really. (shrugs)

…. But at least it’s not a vain sort of worry, like, you know, President Voldemort’s latest skit: listen to the mathematicians scrunch the numbers, shift through the tons and tons of lies to see if there are any ounces of truth, or, hilariously!—if there aren’t, you know.

Or even getting nervous about your various psychological maladies, right. Like…. Fear, uncontrolled, fear attacks, you know.

(shrugs) I’ll have to make a note of all the music artists and stuff mentioned, before I give it away. It’s not…. UNhappy, at least, you know.

…. (Philosopher) Fear is the cave. Anger is the guard at the mouth of the cave, who wounds you on your way out.
(Stoner) Bro…. (beat) Say, do you think that RM from BTS could take Harry Styles in a street fight?

…. I guess I don’t have an Ecclesiastes mindset, but I guess you have to respect the scribes who put that scroll together, since it’s the corner of the Bible you can’t teach in Sunday school. I remember my dad teaching us that in Sunday school; it made him more resentful—all this unacknowledged, unprocessed resentment, at God, at guess, for disobeying religion, basically. It made him resentful in a way that the rape narratives didn’t. Those just made him brusque, you know, dismissive.

(shrugs) But to be a free person is to be a monarch, you know, in a spiritual sense. We’re meant to be rich. And wisdom is great, but we’re not meant to be measured and found wanting, you know, and to have the antidote to the poison they slipped into our soup force-fed to us, you know.

We’re not meant to be prisoners, not even for knowledge, you know. “Oh, but we’re teaching you to HEAL people!” (laughs) That’s a good one! 😹 You’ll heal people…. By being a prisoner, inside your own head, ah, ah…. (laughs) Academic Central Stand-Up Presents, right?

(beat) But it’s not Sabaa’s fault. The artist makes art with the clay we hand them. It takes a lot of imagination to purify the clay, and sometimes, we use imagination to add more dross to the clay, right….

…. But yeah. It happens like that. It is what is.

Yeah.
  goosecap | Aug 6, 2023 |
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A family extending from Pakistan to California, deals with generations of young love, old regrets, and forgiveness. Lahore, Pakistan. Then. Misbah is a dreamer and storyteller, newly married to Toufiq in an arranged match. After their young life is shaken by tragedy, they come to the United States and open the Clouds' Rest Inn Motel, hoping for a new start. Juniper, California. Now. Salahudin and Noor are more than best friends; they are family. Growing up as outcasts in the small desert town of Juniper, California, they understand each other the way no one else does. Until The Fight, which destroys their bond with the swift fury of a star exploding. Now, Sal scrambles to run the family motel as his mother Misbah's health fails and his grieving father loses himself to alcoholism. Noor, meanwhile, walks a harrowing tightrope: working at her wrathful uncle's liquor store while hiding the fact that she's applying to college so she can escape him--and Juniper--forever. When Sal's attempts to save the motel spiral out of control, he and Noor must ask themselves what friendship is worth--and what it takes to defeat the monsters in their pasts and the ones in their midst. From one of today's most cherished and bestselling young adult authors comes a breathtaking novel of young love, old regrets, and forgiveness--one that's both tragic and poignant in its tender ferocity.

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