Romance is a predictable genre. It promises a happily ever
after. And why not? Life is not full of happy endings –so
why shouldn’t we enjoy the occasional feel-good moment after closing a book?
Marlene Banks’ novel Son
of a Preacherman follows the faith-based romance template but with an encouraging
difference. Banks’ main characters
are African Americans dealing with prejudice in the city of Tulsa, circa 1920s,
a few months prior to a devastating race riot.
Romance novels don’t cause my heart to flutter, but I have,
on occasion, been drawn into a good history-driven affair of the heart story, where
history isn’t the background, it’s the main character.
That is what I was hoping for in Son of a Preacherman.
However, although Banks’ touched on the simmering powder keg that was
Tulsa post WWI, the race riot and the events that let up to it, was merely the
impetus that thrust the main love interests, Bennie and Billy Ray, into each other’s
arms.
When Banks’ gives us glimpses into the affluent African
American culture that was the Greenwood district of Tulsa, it is
fascinating. Also known as Negro
Wall Street, Greenwood was the most affluent African American neighbor in the
United States.
Its wealth and prosperity rubbed some members of the white
community the wrong way, and when news of a perceived assault of a teenage
white girl by a young African American made it’s way into that community, that
was all it took to light the fuse that blew the top off the anger seething in
the hearts of white Tulsa.
Now the history of that time and place was where I wanted to
linger. I wanted to know more
about that young black shoeshine boy who was accused of assault, even if it
would have been fictionalized backstory.
I wanted to know more about the whites and blacks who fought in the
riot. But instead they were
minimized as side issues.
The subplot of Billy Ray’s former girlfriend, and the
troubled marriage of Bennie’s brother Cordell and his floozy wife Savannah were
the most intriguing aspects of the book, adding some tension to the predictability
of the storyline.
Son of a Preacherman
is a romance, pure and simple. Not
meant to be meaty or thought provoking – just boy meets girl, in another time
and place. If that’s what
you enjoy, you will embrace this novel.
In her latest novel,
Banks delivered what romances are supposed to – a swept-off her-feet damsel in
distress. Although I am delighted
African Americans are the central characters, not some best friends or
background characters, I was hoping for a bit more.
Aretha Franklin sang, “The only man who could ever reach me
was the son of a preacherman.”
Banks’ Son of a Preacherman
will more than likely reach lovers of this genre, but for those who like a
little more depth in their love stories this Son of a Preacherman may not sweet talk you.