This is a story of in-betweens. Blanco is in between Cuba and Miami, in between waves of Cuban immigrants, in between his family’s expectations of him and his expectations of himself, in between Spanish and English, and in between becoming aware of his sexuality and acting on this awareness.
Blanco has a way with set pieces – meeting an older Jewish woman, community picnics, working at a grocery store and so on. But the book never really builds momentum. It kind of meanders which is mostly okay. Some passages, like the ending, have an impressive energy. Still, based on my reading of Blanco’s poetry, I think he does better in the shorter form.