Oye A novel

Melissa Mogollon

Book - 2024

"When Miami residents are ordered to evacuate before a hurricane, everyone in Luciana's family complies, except for her beloved yet batty grandmother, Abue. But it turns out the storm isn't the real crisis: Abue, normally glamorous and full of energy, is given a devastating medical diagnosis once danger passes. Luciana, and the rest of the family, are heartbroken, but Abue is about as interested in getting treatment as she was in evacuating. She'd rather charm the hospital staff, and then turn around and torture her family by threatening suicide if they let any more relatives come see her. Soon, Abue moves into Luciana's bedroom to recuperate, and though their approaches to life couldn't be more different, thei...r complicated bond intensifies. Luciana would rather be roller skating, getting high, or sneaking out to Ladies Night to meet girls, but her grandmother's wild stories and unpredictable antics are a welcome distraction from her mother's conservative beliefs and obsession with appearances, or her sister Mari pulling away from the family in favor of a wealthier, whiter collegiate social circle. Forced to step into the role of caretaker, translator, and keeper of the generational secrets Abue starts to share, Luciana finds herself reluctantly facing down adulthood and rising to the occasion in her own unique way"--

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Genres
Domestic fiction
Novels
Published
New York : Hogarth [2024].
Language
English
Main Author
Melissa Mogollon (author)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
324 pages ; 24 cm
ISBN
9780593594902
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Review by Booklist Review

Luciana, 18, is the youngest child in her raucous Colombian family. With her elder sister, Mari, away at university, Luciana is left to navigate the series of catastrophic events that occur during her senior year. Instead of attending to her college applications and meeting girls, she must instead reckon with the unexpected chaos. Her coping strategy is to share everything with Mari, whom she misses terribly. The entire narrative structure of the novel is the one-sided telephone conversations between the two sisters. For readers, this style takes some getting accustomed to, but perseverance ultimately pays off. The multifaceted maelstrom includes the struggle through natural disasters, such as Hurricane Irma, a health crisis involving Luciana's beloved grandmother, Abue, and some long-buried family history. Relayed in Luciana's lively, witty, and engaging voice, Mogollon's first novel is a story of intergenerational relations and a bildungsroman. It reads like a book-length text message that may go on a bit too long yet offers a smart, wildly inventive, and funny tale that's both heartbreaking and heartwarming. A promising debut.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

In this riotous first novel, a Florida high school senior is thrust by her cantankerous Colombian-American mother into the role of caretaker for her grandmother. Nana is already struggling to complete her graduation requirements when doctors find a mass in her grandmother Abue's gallbladder. With Nana's older sister, Mari, away at college, Nana's mother, Elena, expects her to accompany Abue to her doctor's appointments and serve as interpreter. Shenanigans ensue as Elena insists they hide the full extent of Abue's health crisis from her, convinced that "if Abue 'finds out the wrong information at the wrong time,' she'll just give up and die." Meanwhile, Nana argues in vain that they are robbing the family matriarch of the ability to decide on her course of treatment. Nana's mordant wit supplies laughs--"Sorry if I'm out of breath. It's all the running away from our problems"--even as family secrets spill forth to reveal the intergenerational trauma that caused Abue to cut off communication with nearly all of her relatives in Colombia. Amid the frequent histrionics--Abue often threatens to drop dead or kill someone to make a point--Mogollon also manages to convey the fierce love that binds the women across generations. When they finally arrive at varying degrees of acceptance, it feels inevitable rather than contrived. Mogollon wows with tenderness and uproarious profanity. Agent: Mariah Stovall, Trellis Literary. (May)

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Review by Library Journal Review

DEBUT Mogollon debuts with a coming-of-age comedy, told as a series of one-sided telephone conversations between Luciana, a struggling Colombian American high school senior, and her older sister Mari, who shines academically. Luciana's family finds themselves in the path of Hurricane Irma and are unable to convince Luciana's wildly independent grandmother Abue to evacuate, so they reluctantly leave without her. The storm changes course, leaving Abue safe, but when they return from their road trip they discover that she is seriously ill with cancer. At the hospital, Luciana is called upon to act as translator/referee between the medical staff and her family. At home, the need to keep Abue in check often requires Luciana to be the adult in the room. In the hours they spend together, she learns about her grandmother's traumatic childhood and the reasons for her fierce need for independence. Through this experience, Luciana learns to be herself and to see death as new beginning. VERDICT Luciana's emotional journey to self-acceptance, via the many trials she encounters, is compelling. The unique structure of the novel and its emotional and often hilarious dialogue will appeal to all audiences.--Joanna M. Burkhardt

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

The fortunes and misfortunes of a Colombian American family in South Florida. Just as she's about to start her senior year of high school, Luciana finds her life going off track: Hurricane Irma is about to make landfall and her mother insists that they evacuate. Although they plead with her grandmother to go with them, the strong-willed Emilia absolutely refuses. In Mogollon's bouncy debut novel, angry, exasperated, melodramatic Luciana is the voluble narrator, recounting the events of her life in phone calls to her older sister, Mari, a student at George Washington University. Luciana sorely misses Mari, envying her freedom, jealous because their mother obviously favors Mari, but needing her love. She shares with Mari predictable teenage angst about her dismal grades, the stress of applying to college, and her mother's obsession with her weight. She resents, too, her mother's homophobia. "When I told her that I liked girls," Luciana says, "…she didn't go to work for like two weeks." But after she and her mother return to Florida, Luciana's calls to Mari become focused less on her own problems and more on a family crisis: Her beloved grandmother--a foxy woman who has had two boob jobs and won't leave the house without full makeup--is seriously ill. Suddenly, Luciana becomes her mother's confidante; she gets close to her grandmother's sister, long estranged, who has come to help out and, she hopes, to be forgiven; and she is privy to dark secrets from her grandmother herself. In call after shocking call, Luciana imparts to Mari a tangled history of their Colombian American family, which began with the murder of a great-grandfather and involves incest, sexual assault, abandonment, blackmail, and betrayal. "This is all basically a Telemundo soap opera," Luciana tells Mari. Mogollon's fresh, ebullient narrator is at once irreverent and caring, anxious about the future but eager to embrace adulthood, fearful of loss and filled with love. A sprightly debut. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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1 Pasame el telefono "I can't believe you called me six times for this today, Mari. Abue is going to be fine. Whether she evacuates or she stays. She's like an immortal Pokemon. Oh my god. And you left me a voicemail? I just saw the notification . . . You are such a closeted boomer . . . Well now that I know you're alive, I'm gonna need a second to breathe. I thought you had been kidnapped. And the police were calling me to demand some answers, since you have me saved as 'ICE Psychopath' in your phone. Yes. Mom told me you still haven't changed that. Which is not only rude, by the way, but also impractical. Have you thought about that? What's gonna happen when you have an actual emergency one day? You're gonna be like on your last breath, begging for help. And the cops won't be able to reach me because my phone's gonna be locked away in Mrs. Nelson's desk again for ringing during class. Luciana Dominguez. Is that your phone? Yes? Give it. You can get it from me at the end of class. Wait, it's Mari? This f***ing bitch. Luciana! Sorry. It's just . . . my sister. It was on loud because NO ONE EVER CALLS ME, DUDE. So imagine my surprise when I get my phone back and see six missed calls, thinking that you're either dead or I'm being framed--just to call back and get your unbearable high-pitched voice on the line screaming about our grandmother! Mm-hmm. And it's really all or nothing with you, huh? Because I hadn't heard a peep out of you since you went back to school. Nope. Not a single word when I texted you being vulnerable, asking if it was weird that I was starting my senior year but was still scared of Mom. I shouldn't be this afraid, but her eyes are so scary. Is that normal? Should I feel more confident? Or during the important and personal milestone of Rihanna launching her Fenty Beauty line last week. Ignore my texts about Mom, I'm over it. But can you send me $30 though? It's urgent. And now here you are. Blowing up my phone while I'm trying to prepare for a hurricane. Along with the underwhelming beginning of my impending adulthood. Thank you. No! Don't start asking 'how are you' now, bitch. I needed you a month ago! Whatever. You're lucky there's a storm coming. I don't have time to get into this. So tell me, is your plan to cyberbully and harass Abue into evacuating with us, too? Cuz you're pretty good at that. Oh, she's not listening or picking up your phone calls? Weird. You have the voice of an angel. Okay, relax, lol. Just text her that Jesus came to you in a dream and said there's a one-hundred-pound weight minimum for adults to get into heaven. So if she really wants to meet Princess Diana, she's gonna have to wait. Because it's not in her best interest to die right now at ninety-five pounds in a hurricane. I am being serious, Mari? You know how Abue feels about Lady D. Fine. But could you at least remind her that all the stores close up during hurricanes too? As the allegedly 'wiser,' more 'trustworthy' one of us? I tried telling her myself, but she didn't believe me. If you stay, you won't be able to buy anything, Abue. Not even at Marshalls. Everything you say is a lie, Luciana. You can't just decide that because I'm saying it in English. Why not? It's the language of liars. I promise you that the mall will be closed, dude. You won't be able to get in. No one is going to be here--just you and Hurricane Irma. So c'mon! They're saying she's going to be the worst storm of 2017. Go pack up your stuff and let's go. No! I'm not a sheep. Ew, Mari . . . Why are you crying? Abue's going to be fine! She's not an idiot. She knows where all the shelters are, and Dad will be at the farm, only a few hours away. Plus--she's still got like twelve hours left to change her mind. Mom said we're not leaving until tomorrow morning. And you can even tell Abue that if she comes, I'll let her ride shotgun. That way she can lean into the driver's seat and say, 'This isn't the way' to Mom like five hundred times. She really loves doing that, Mari! It could help. FINE. Then just call and confess that she needs to evacuate so you don't feel guilty over not being home! THERE. I SAID IT. Oh, please. You're a horrible liar. And for starters, it's obvious. We were invisible to you until Irma found us. But now you desperately need Abue to stay safe, so you don't have to come back or feel guilty if something happens. Since this is really all just about you and your need to control everything! Voilà! I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks! Why is Mari freaking out? Abue can make her own decisions. She's an adult? She just cares, mi amor. She feels helpless from so far away. Well she should 'care' more often then. Not just when the news says there's an emergency. Sure, yeah, I'm joking, lol. Just can't believe that I'll never make it to college myself. Since I'm going to die driving the back roads of Florida, racing a tsunami to save our grandmother. Next to our mother and our dog. Mari--relax! I'm kidding and you know it. So stop pretend-crying and spare me the act. You will get to escape the consequences of your actions once again, and we will all be okay. Including Rosy. And she's the only dog I know who's scared of clouds. Yes, Mom and I tried convincing Abue to come with us all week! I promise. We bombarded her from every angle possible: Facebook, WhatsApp, texts, and emails. Nightly FaceTimes on the iPad. Even some fake eHarmony promos. But she just wouldn't listen. To Mom, Dad, or me--her most perfect and precious grandchild. I'm not leaving, Luciana. Fine. Your choice. I'm tired of begging. Though, of course, Mom then acted like Abue's refusal was somehow my fault. Since she's so used to you doing everything so perfectly and flawlessly for her. No! Luciana! Get back on the phone. Why? She's just being stubborn. Because she's your grandmother. Try again. UGH. Hello? Abue--it's me again. Your daughter is driving me crazy. Please don't leave me alone with her. They're saying this storm is going to get bad! That we really need to evacuate. They always say that! Tell your mother that I'm too old and the drive is too long. And I read somewhere on the internet that senior citizens who evacuate are much more likely to get injured than those who stay. Can you imagine that?! Suffering in a hospital that's already falling apart? My girl, I'd rather be dead. But you'll be with us! Everything I need is here. Goodbye. They say this every year. What about the six-foot storm surge? And the power outage? Tell it to come. Do you think that Abue won't evacuate because she wants to be on Primer Impacto, lol? The world's most depressing news show? She's been watching it a lot lately while we're on the phone before she goes to bed. Yes . . . and all they do is, like, show pictures of dead bodies on streets . . . Or run stories about dads trying to sell their daughters. Or flash 'Breaking News' alerts about the kid in the neighborhood who's been chopping the heads off his pets. Last time we were at her place, she even got in my head by saying, Luciana--look. Isn't that boy in your class? No. Stop. You're gonna give me nightmares before I go to sleep. Excerpted from Oye: A Novel by Melissa Mogollon All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.