Damn. How come no one’s told about Stephen Mack Jones’ August Snow? I mean y’all should have been talking about this book.
August Snow opens with the eponymous protagonist returning to his Detroit childhood home, but he’s a man who has lost everything but money. A former cop who turned on his corrupt Detroit brothers in blue has no friends and family, both parents passed away. And as a half-black half-Mexican, Snow straddles both Detroit cultures as well as navigating the racism that runs like an electric hum through America.
Snow returns to his city after a year traveling abroad where he spent quite a few months in the arms of Tatina, a half-Somali, half-German refugee living in Oslo. Snow tells us, he “left Norway for fear of falling in love, I’d also come home because of the magnetic draw of Detroit.” The Motor City plays heavily throughout Stephen Mack Jones’ book, a city once declared dead is beginning its journey back to life. For a city known for its exports of cars, Motown and Eminem, as well it’s financial plight, Snow’s love for Detroit is refreshing and I loved little things like this:
I’ve been to Mexico.
And I’ve been to Southern California and Texas.
But unless you’ve taken the Bagley Avenue exit off of I-75 South to Detroit’s Mexicantown, you really haven’t had good Mexican food.
If reading August Snow doesn’t give you a craving for Mexican food, you’re reading the wrong book.
It doesn’t take long for Snow to get a case even though he’s not a private detective. One of Snow’s police cases was the investigation of the murder-suicide of Eleanor Paget’s husband and the husband’s 16-year-old mistress. Paget owns a bank and she feels that something is not right and she hires Snow to poke around.
Like all private detective books, Snow begins upsetting the cops, the powers that be, and anyone else that gets in his way. What sets Stephen Mack Jones’ August Snow from a run-of-the-mill detective novel is the character of Snow. Broken, Snow takes steps to rebuild his life, to create something new for himself and his neighbors. At times Snow seems to be too nice, but, you know, sometimes there are some genuine, caring people out in the world. Snow could be one of them. His longing for yesteryear is one of his prime motivations that propels him forward rather than being stuck in his glory days.
As we approach the climax, I found myself trudging through the backstory of a bit character in Chapter 31. But after this slight pause, we returned to full-throttle action. And as I’ve been thinking about the ending of the book – no worries, no spoilers –, I understand how and why it all happened, but part of me wanted something different, something not as dramatic. Maybe in a few days, I’ll be at peace with the ending, maybe I won’t, but that’s okay, at least Jones has me thinking about his book. I’m racking my brain but I think there’s a chapter missing in the book: a few times Snow talks about his fiancé being murdered, but it’s a sentence or two, nothing more. It should have been more.
Regardless of some small worries, Stephen Mack Jones’ August Snow is a fine private detective novel filled with great writing and a timely mystery. As for this being Jones’ debut novel, I’m impressed. I look forward to his next book, The Fifth Son, which comes out in early 2019.