Part two of a roundup of local books, with Kirby Wright’s nostalgic walk onto the last “Hawaiian” island.
Moloka‘i Nui Ahina: Summers on the Lonely Isle
By Kirby Wright
Lemon Shark Press; 330 pages; $19.95Reviewed by Christine Thomas
Published in the Honolulu Advertiser 11/18/07Viewing the arc of a young life through select formative moments can either add incredible depth or reduce a person to ticks on a timeline. In his second novel, Punahou graduate and author of “Punahou Blues” Kirby Wright tells a young boy’s story exclusively through the lens of summers spent on Moloka`i with his wild grandmother. With few exceptions, life from early elementary age through high school in Kahala, O`ahu is excluded, resulting in only a shadowy sense of Jeff, his brother Ben, and their seemingly indifferent parents, and a story bereft of plot and destination.
The novel works hard to paint a descriptive, undeniably affectionate portrait of rural life on Moloka`i, though it sometimes bleeds into nostalgia. Touching and amusing anecdotes about the boys witnessing a horse’s birth or a transsexual in love with the police chief, end up having just one-off value and romanticize the culture more than add depth. And the pidgin of Julia Daniels, the boys’ coarse yet dedicated grandmother, and other characters is rendered phonetically, a well-meaning attempt to accurately capture local inflection that sometimes ends up reading like a southern accent. The chief narrative hindrance, however, is frequent point of view shifts; at times the book seems narrated with an adult awareness, and at others restricted to childlike observations.
But while as a profound coming of age tale the book may fall short, as a slice of life reflection, Wright’s novel will inform visitors and entertain those who can’t get enough stories of life in the Islands as it once was.
That’s one reason why I always say, my reviews are just one person’s opinion. Thanks for sharing yours. 🙂
i saw this as more a ‘realistic’ novel, especially with the chapter ‘Puko’o Fishpond’ and then the shooting of the poacher, not to mention the grandmother ‘hunting’ her grandson. these are hardly anecdotal or romanticized views of the island.tanks,sistah sledge