ALL THE WATER I'VE SEEN IS RUNNING

A gay New Yorker revisits his Florida roots to reckon with death, family, and old bigotries.

Daniel, the narrator of Rodriques’ assured debut, is finding his way as a high school teacher in New York and struggling to keep a relationship when he gets some bad news: Aubrey, a high school friend, has died in a car crash near where they grew up in North Florida. The incident calls up a host of tender memories: She was one of the few White people in his high school who seemed comfortable with him as a Black man. But the incident also surfaces a host of identity crises: Daniel’s North Florida adolescence was the crucible of his sexuality as well as his family heritage, a long line of slavery, violence, and abuse stretching back to his family’s native Jamaica. Plotwise, the novel is a coming-of-age story with something of the tenor of a mystery: Daniel returns to Florida to sort out why Aubrey was in a car with Brandon, an abusive and hard-drinking ex-boyfriend. But the novel’s tension comes from Daniel’s struggle to navigate the emotional and cultural baggage he brings on the trip. Just as Daniel code-switches depending on whether he’s talking with his Black friends, gay men, poor Whites, or Jamaican relatives, the narrative alternates among the brightness of his memories of Aubrey, dark recollections of how his mother and grandmother were treated, and his present-day confrontations with those who knew Aubrey, including Brandon, and a general feeling of being adrift and rootless. (A reference to The Odyssey is on-point.) The tail end of the book, which turns on Daniel’s emotional purging, runs at a somewhat disappointing low boil considering the visceral incidents that precede it. But Rodriques brings a lyrical touch to his hero’s inner life, making his past pains and present-day heartbreaks feel bone-deep.

A well-turned exploration of how intensely place and history shape our identities.