For those who remain dubious about children’s writers turning their hand to ‘adult’ fiction (and there have certainly been disappointments), there are few more convincing examples than that of New York novelist and poet Jacqueline Woodson. She gave it a go 20 years ago, then stopped, presumably unhappy with the result. Even more impressive, then, the sure-footed elegance of her second book for grownups two decades later.
Another Brooklyn, a sights-and-smells portrait of teen-girl friendship, set against an intoxicating 1970s Brooklyn, has all the adolescent nous you might expect from a stand-out children’s author. What’s more striking is the authenticity of its reflective adult voice, and its vivid, almost painterly, skills of evocation.
August, our hindsighted narrator, is eight when her mother loses her mind and her father moves August…