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What’s the difference between urban fiction and street lit? Is there a difference? I think Contel Bradford defines them both in his hardcore novel, Thug Nation. I love me some hood books but admit to being a little freaked out by the crazy dude on the cover. As offensive as the image may be it’s a helluva symbol for what’s written on the pages.
Gerald Thomas, bka G - Dogg, has thug embedded into his soul. You clutch your purse tighter to your side when this dude walks by. Gerald is a decorated soldier repping one of Chicago’s most infamous gangs. After nearly losing his life in street battle he’s shipped off to Detroit, hoping to make a better way.
Gerald finds the scenery in Detroit to be just as cold, equally swamped with gangs and violence. Desperate for that there come up he becomes involved in a money making scheme. A mission of simple heists evolve into a spree of grisly murders, giving legendary status to some while Gerald takes a fall in prison.
Act two speaks of Gerald’s resurrection; his release from jail, his struggle to do better, his desire to be a good father to his daughter Kayel, mend the battered relationship with baby mama. He tries his best to do right but a straight path isn’t in the cards. Who wants to hire a criminal? A convicted fuck up?
Gerald’s humble efforts look bleak until he gets the offer he can’t refuse. A west coast click knows of his rep, ready to pay swell for his services. The fight with himself is strenuous but he can’t deny the truth, accepting the fact that he’s a natural born killer.
Anyway you can feel compassion for a killer? You just might this time. Man ... this one of those books. Those ones that get you. I could feel G-Dogg’s struggle with life, the dedicated love to his daughter, how he wanted to make things right wit baby mama. I could even see all the shells dropping. This book was real hell; very intense at times.
Thug Nation gets five outta five dollars from Da ReVew, maybe the most out cold shit you’ll ever read. |