In an American suburb in the early 1980s, students at a highly competitive performing arts high school struggle and thrive in a rarified bubble, ambitiously pursuing music, movement, Shakespeare, and, particularly, their acting classes. When within this striving “Brotherhood of the Arts,” two freshmen, David and Sarah, fall headlong into love, their passion does not go unnoticed—or untoyed with—by anyone, especially not by their charismatic acting teacher, Mr. Kingsley.
The outside world of family life and economic status, of academic pressure and of their future adult lives, fails to penetrate this school’s walls—until it does, in a shocking spiral of events that catapults the action forward in time and flips the premise upside-down. What the reader believes to have happened to David and Sarah and their friends is not entirely true—though it's not false, either. It takes until the book’s stunning coda for the final piece of the puzzle to fall into place—revealing truths that will resonate long after the final sentence.
As captivating and tender as it is surprising, Susan Choi's Trust Exercise will incite heated conversations about fiction and truth, and about friendships and loyalties, and will leave readers with wiser understandings of the true capacities of adolescents and of the powers and responsibilities of adults.
Un libro verdaderamente único. Seré muy honesta, casi lo dejo durante la primera parte (el libro está divido en 3), he visto reseñas de otros que justo hicieron eso. Para mí empezó a tornarse aburrido y dejé de conectar con la primera protagonista. La escritura es excelente, pero es fácil desconectarse emocionalmente. Sin embargo, la segunda parte me enganchó por completo. Complementa a la primera y le da la vuelta, de manera que me sentí completamente inmersa en la historia. De la última parte, no sé qué pensar. De pronto la sentí innecesaria... pero cuando vuelvo a recordar el libro, entiendo que da otra perspectiva que también complementa la visión del abuso que en realidad está presente todo el tiempo. Neta que ser adolescente duele, la misma palabra lo dice.
En fin, me quedé con mil dudas, me puse a ver entrevistas, y sigo sin decidir si el libro se queda corto para ser algo redondo, o ya es magistral. Quizá lo segundo porque todavía lo traigo en la cabeza semanas después.