All the Bad Apples
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Average rating4.7
“Tell your story. Speak your truth. Shatter the stigma. Hold your head up to the world and speak so that everyone else who was ever like you can recognize themselves. Can see that they aren't alone. Can see how the past will only keep repeating itself as long as we're kept powerless by our silence.”
Wow. What a beautiful and powerful story.
A delicately told and intricately woven story about the detrimental history of silencing women and girls, particularly in Ireland. Touches on subjects from abortion, sexual assault, homophobia, classism, and many more ways that women have been historically and currently abused, shamed, and oppressed.
This is..... compulsively terrifying.
Don't be scared off by the description, which does it absolutely no favours.
Set in Ireland, reaching back into the not so distant past, of mother-and-baby homes and Magdalene laundries, it is a seemless blend of historical fiction, with a healthy dash of magical realism, intertwined with a queer coming of age story, and, above all, a tale of what happens when womans rights - and voices - are cloaked in shame and blame so thick it might as well be buried in the peat moss.
Oh my goodness, this book. I barely had an inkling of what All The Bad Apples had in store for me, and I'm actually glad for that. It made discovering this book all the more bittersweet. See, there is a deep message under all the beautiful, lyrical writing. By the time I reached the ending of this story, I was in tears. I'd honestly be surprised if you aren't as well.
Deena lives in a world where being a “nice, normal girl” is what is expected. Raised by her older sister, judged from afar by her absent father, attending a strict Catholic school, Deena feels hemmed in. She notes the girls around her who are brave enough to stand tall, to show their true colors, but she doesn't know how to be one of them. This is why I loved Deena, and why I'm so glad that she was our main character. She wasn't immediately fierce, but instead her bravery grew as she went on the journey to find her missing sister. A hero's journey, if you will. Each piece of the puzzle that fell into place, each lesson learned from her ancestors, brought her closer and closer to the person that she wanted to be. It was a beautiful, brutally honest journey, and it was just perfect.
I loved how Fowley-Doyle was able to bring in so much rich, albeit damning, history into this story. Deena's journey is told in alternating chapters between current day Ireland, and historical Ireland. Within these chapters, the author starkly lays out the similarities between people who lived hundereds of years ago, and the girls who are involved in the modern day story. It's terrifying how much similarity there is between the two of them. There's a definite focus on the people considered to be on the fringes of society, or the bad apples if you will. People who dared to love outside of the “norm”. People who looked different, or acted different, or merely wanted something more than what society told them they should have. I can't express enough how poignant all of that is. I don't want to spoil anything, since this is something to discover, but reading the author's note at the end broke my heart in two. I had no idea of this history before this book, and I'm so glad that it was all laid out for me in such a spectacular way.
Admittedly, you'll need to suspend disbelief to really appreciate this story. It reads much like the fairy tales of old, where good things happen to good people and true villains are as human as the rest of us. It reads in an almost magical mannner, blurring that line between the real world and the fairy tale one that lurks underneath. I thought it was a perfect way to tell this sometimes tragic and sometimes hopeful tale. I ended with a full heart, and that's pretty much the best explanation I can give you as to why you need to read this book.
If you're looking for something historically based, that will enchant you and make you cry, this is your book.