THE WHITE HOT

In playwright Hudes’ stunning fiction debut, a mother’s letter to the daughter she left tells a profound story of love, loss, and the cost of liberation.

When her daughter Noelle’s principal reports that April Soto’s brilliant 10-year old “bludgeoned” a schoolmate, comparing her to a “runaway freight train” and mandating anger management for both mother and child, fiery rage breaks through April’s years of effortful containment. That night, she runs. Though it ignited her ire to admit it, April’s violence and her need to flee were generations in the making. She “loathed having a cause and effect, being a single-source tragedy,” but the “white hot” rage of the title—her “escape hatch” and her “battery pack”—was triggered at age 5. After that, April’s memories had been rife with “skin I yanked, bone I smashed, hair I ripped in stripy bouquets.” That incandescent veil shredded her peers’ gendered expectations: “Young buls thinking they had a monopoly on rage till they saw me buy Boardwalk and put up a hotel.” Forming the bulk of the novel, April relates these events in a book-length letter from mother to daughter to be read on Noelle’s 18th birthday. By then April had been gone for eight years. When she left, April had been a 26-year-old former teen mother, a golden child turned dropout raising a gifted young girl in a house she shared with her mother and abuela. Chronicling where April went next and why, the letter is an emotionally raw explanation, not an excuse. April is ruthlessly honest, divulging family secrets and breaking a cycle of shame and sweeping things under the carpet. In blunt yet vibrantly lyrical prose, Hudes reveals the good, the bad, and the profane from April’s brutally candid perspective—including how April left Noelle without notice or plan with her abuela and great-grandmother first for 10 disastrous days and then returned briefly only to leave her for good in the care of a father and stepmother she had never known to save them both. It’s a profound journey of the soul.

This staggering gut punch of a novel shows that sometimes love looks like leaving.