This is a book I want to give to my cousins and friends to read; the Filipinas and brown girls and daughters of immigrants and to those who grew up in New York and in the effervescent neighborhood of Queens.
Brown Girls by Daphne Palasi Andreades reads like poetry in its reflections of girlhood, the trials of adulthood, and the weight of it all as a young woman of color, that feels personal and familiar. The writing is evocative as Palasi Andreades captures the running inner thoughts of her amalgamated characters in these vignettes of time as they navigate life and its pressures, while also trying to hold on to themselves and their roots.
There are the friends you grew up with and the antics you would get up to thinking it would always be like this, unaware of how you will slowly become strangers. Applying to high school and then college outside of Queens and the pull between the allure of the city and the streets where you live. The overbearing mother who chastises your choices, constantly reminding you of what they sacrificed, but doesn't give enough credit to your dreams that are bigger than what they expected. How we rediscover our identities after visiting the motherland, seeing both worlds blend our past and our present. The questions we ponder and ask ourselves about who we are now and who we are after.
There are so many passages that stood out that I want to save them all. These are just a few lines that resonated with me:
“‘A career in healthcare is the best you could have,’ our mothers, medical professionals themselves for twenty-five, thirty years, assured us… Our tears, pathetic and hot, slide down our cheeks. A practical, safe job for a dutiful daughter.”
“Funk when we feel we are never, will never, be enough.”
I really love the chapters “Duty,” “Art,” “Trish,” and “Our Not-Reflections,” with “A Trip to the Motherland (Fatherland)” and “The Things We Carry” being my favorite. Yet every page is poignant, embedded with subtle but heavy emotional chords.
Brown Girls is one of those books that I’m still thinking about long after I finished reading it and where in more ways than one I felt seen.