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Friday, April 4, 2025

The God of Good Looks–by Breanne McIvor

by

Teresa White
669 days ago
20230604

TERE­SA WHITE

“Those who can­not say ‘prunes’ can say ‘gua­va’ ” was one of my ma­ter­nal grand­moth­er’s favourite pro­nounce­ments. It was ut­tered with ex­ag­ger­a­tion on the ‘prunes’ (half-rhyming with ‘prude’) and ‘gua­va’ (with over­ly enun­ci­at­ed ‘a’ sounds at the end of each syl­la­ble). The mean­ing was all con­veyed in the mouth’s con­tor­tions; from but­ter-wouldn’t-melt pursed lips to wide­ly opened jaws. It was a con­dem­na­tion of the (os­ten­si­bly) sex­u­al­ly nar­row-mind­ed, but (ac­tu­al­ly) hyp­o­crit­i­cal judg­men­tal­ism of the striv­ing gen­teel bour­geoisie. And there was no short­age of that type in the Wood­brook and Port-of-Spain of my grand­par­ents. My grand­moth­er has been dead for near­ly 20 years, but Bre­anne McIvor’s nov­el brings back my grand­moth­er’s voice with in­stant clar­i­ty and warmth.

McIvor is one of our coun­try’s young bright tal­ents. Her re­cent col­lec­tion of short sto­ries, Where There Are Mon­sters, was well re­ceived by the lit­er­ary prize-givers. Pen­guin Ran­dom House has now pub­lished her much-an­tic­i­pat­ed first nov­el. There is a lot in her first nov­el that is worth wait­ing for (though the priv­i­leged at­ten­dees of this year’s Bo­cas Lit­er­ary Fes­ti­val were able to pur­chase copies in April, ahead of the of­fi­cial pub­li­ca­tion date).

McIvor is good peo­ple. Her book speaks about good things: good looks and look­ing good. But there is much that is bad and ug­ly in what its two nar­ra­tors con­front.

The nov­el is from here–very Trinida­di­an in its so­cio-eco­nom­ic re­al­i­ties and in terms of our Car­ni­val tra­di­tion of mask-wear­ing. The masks in this case, how­ev­er, do not ma­m­aguy the elite. By con­trast, they are the pret­ty faces cre­at­ed by ex­pert make-up and worn as pro­tec­tion against our coun­try’s pow­er bro­kers.  

Our hero­ine, Bian­ca, is the ne­glect­ed daugh­ter of a high­ly suc­cess­ful busi­ness­man. Her moth­er is dead and she is iso­lat­ed. Schol­ar­ship-win­ning, she has re­turned from the UK with a first-class ho­n­ours de­gree, anx­ious to start a writ­ing ca­reer. She is al­so beau­ti­ful and dis­cov­ers mod­el­ling as a means of se­cur­ing a mod­est sub­sis­tence-lev­el in­come. She falls in love with a mar­ried wom­an­is­ing preda­to­ry gov­ern­ment min­is­ter. When the af­fair is out­ed, she is so­cial­ly os­tracised and los­es her em­ploy­ment as well as her lover. She is now a pari­ah.  

Bian­ca is un­doubt­ed­ly the hero­ine of the nov­el. She has styl­ish and en­tre­pre­neur­ial chutz­pah. We know she will pre­vail. Oba­di­ah, the so-called “God of Good Looks”, is her neme­sis. Though ini­tial­ly loath­some and laugh­able, we will learn to un­der­stand him and root for his suc­cess. Their suc­cess.

The God of Good Looks is dif­fi­cult to put down, but it is no flim­sy dis­trac­tion. It may be a good read for the beach, but the ug­li­ness that mars Tri­ni life is all there: misog­y­ny, pover­ty, cor­rup­tion, con­spic­u­ous con­sump­tion, and false con­scious­ness. There is the op­pres­sion of the plu­toc­ra­cy who gos­sip, close ranks, and de­stroy liveli­hoods and lives.  And there is fear: fear of be­ing unloved and friend­less, fear of crime, fear of so­cial ex­clu­sion, fear of the bi­ased State and its in­equitable re­source al­lo­ca­tion, fear of fi­nan­cial ru­in and hunger.  

The nov­el and its char­ac­ters are fic­tion­al, but we are all too fa­mil­iar with the char­ac­ters that McIvor con­jures. Her lan­guage has an un­pre­ten­tious light touch, but the so­ciopa­thy of Bian­ca’s for­mer lover, Er­ic Hugo, is deft­ly drawn. He is dan­ger­ous: cru­el, in­dif­fer­ent, suave, and sup­port­ed by a mealy-mouthed, bit­ter-tongued wife who ruth­less­ly us­es her con­sid­er­able in­flu­ence and so­cial cir­cle to de­stroy the iso­lat­ed young women that fall prey to her hus­band.  

How­ev­er, as I said ear­li­er, McIvor is good peo­ple and that is what the nov­el is re­al­ly about. The masks of “good looks” are worn by es­sen­tial­ly good peo­ple. There are enough char­ac­ters with gen­eros­i­ty, re­silience and agency to turn for­tunes. In­deed, no mat­ter how bad things get in this coun­try, a coun­try which peo­ple like to say is not a re­al place, we are a re­al democ­ra­cy. Peo­ple can and do get vot­ed out. 


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