I began reading "A Complicated Kindness" on my final day in Barcelona. I fled to Barcelona because of a girl. Additionally, I had been in a grumpy and mopey state for the previous month or so, due to the whole uncertainty regarding my future. So, really, the disappointment with the girl just pushed me over the edge. I thought I could waste my money while moping in Edinburgh, or I could waste it on traveling.
I had never really bothered to read any blurb about the book because I knew John K Samson liked it and that was sufficient for me. It turned out that it was nothing like what I had assumed from the title or the cover.
The story is about Nomi, a sixteen-year-old in a Mennonite community in rural Canada. She lives with her father, who is one of the nicest fictional fathers I've ever come across. Her mother and sister left three years ago and haven't been heard from since. Nomi and her father are both sort of struggling along and both doing rather strange things, which seems like a reasonable response to a messed-up situation in a place where God is more important than family. Nomi is no longer a believer. She drinks, takes drugs, hangs out with her boyfriend, and gets into trouble at school. She has insomnia and often wanders the town at night, doing unpredictable things.
I've always loved teen angst. This book really brings it home because it's not just ordinary teen angst like "my-life-is-so-hard-why-won't-he-notice-me." It captures the despair and frustration of having no control, especially when you're in a place where American tourists come to gawk at how quaint you all are. It's no wonder Nomi is so cynical.
Then there's the religion aspect. When her sister left, Nomi was inconsolable, believing her sister would go to hell. I remember that kind of worry from my own Christian indoctrination. It was really difficult to wrap your head around the idea that people you loved were going to hell, no matter how nice they were, if they didn't accept Jesus as their personal savior.
And I love all the parts where Nomi is just wandering aimlessly and examining the thoughts in her own head. Sometimes she invent games to play to keep herself occupied, like: today I'm going to say goodbye to everyone I see and pretend I'm leaving town.
At the moment, I'm really relating to all her restlessness because I feel like I can't stay in Edinburgh for more than two days without getting twitchy, and I'm not sure what's going on with that. I try being restless in different locations like the bath or the futon, but that's not very exciting, and it's too damn cold to wander the streets. I talked to Alice two days ago. She said: "I just can't be bothered meeting new people these days, you know?" And I was like: "yeah, I know." I mean, pretty much every time I walk down the street I check people out, right? But these days I just think, "oh, you look cool, but you're probably actually really pretentious or boring or vacant or obnoxious or immature or whatever." So there isn't even any point in looking at people anymore.
So that's kind of where I'm at and why I liked this book right now. If you can relate to any of that, maybe it will work for you too.