A strength of Erin Bartels’s 2019 debut novel We Hope for Better Things is its main story hook in the race riot in 1967 Detroit. A generational family drama that touches on the American Civil War, obvert and subtle hatred of colored people, and interracial relationships naturally feels like a Southern novel–at least it does to me. Telling a well-researched story from her neck of the woods, the complicated city of Detroit, Michigan, helps balance the typical narrative by showing how Yankees contributed to the slave systems of Southern states.

The story begins in modern day Detroit with an ambitious reporter, Elizabeth Balsam, meeting with a man who wants to ask a favor of her. She might be interested, if there’s a good story in it, but she’s in the middle of a potentially explosive investigation that is taking just about all of her emotional energy and creativity. When her investigation actually explodes in her face, she considers helping the man and maybe saving her career. The favor means looking up Nora Balsam, whom Elizabeth discovers is her great aunt living about 60 miles north in Lapeer, which is about 20 miles outside of Flint.

Before we get too far into Elizabeth’s interaction with Nora, the story turns back to Detroit 1963 and a younger Nora Balsam, who is looking for artwork to but at an exhibition. Instead she meets a good-looking photographer named William Rich and struggles to make sense of one of his photos on display, that of her father angrily reaching for the cameraman. Being as wealthy as she is, Nora hasn’t met many genuine people, that is eligible, young men, so she finds William’s bold interest in her appealing. You might call his interest reckless, because he is black and she’s white.

Once we understand a little more about Nora, we are pulled back to Lapeer 1861, where Mary and Nathaniel Balsam have begun to establish their farm. Nathaniel feels compelled to join the Union army to fight for the abolitionist ideas they have long discussed. That left Mary alone and pregnant with two housekeepers to manage everything. Of course, Nathaniel thought he would be home in several months, but three years later he had only returned once for a few days on furlough. His decisions in the field changed his family far more than his absence–he sent runaway slaves to Lapeer for safe harbor.

These three stories are skillfully woven together, holding the narrative tension well. I remember another novel set in Mississippi that tells three, interrelated stories at once, one of the three being comparatively dull. I was on the verge of skipping a section out of interest for the other story threads. We Hope for Better Things is engaging throughout. Questions raised in one thread begin to carry into the next.

With the publisher being Revell, you may think Bartels had to write in some explicit preaching or Xian exposition, but her faith comes through more subtly than that, in the faithfulness of the story arc.

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