THE BLUE NOTEBOOK

James A. Levine's standout debut novel, The Blue Notebook, is a difficult kind of fiction. It's the kind of fiction that reveals a truth so painful you hope it remains within the book's pages. It's the kind of fiction that convinces you of a disturbing reality that exists beyond the story itself, even though you wish it didn't. This kind of fiction isn't the kind you can easily walk away from. But maybe that's exactly the effect Levine wants to have on his readers, and for good reason.

This book's author is an internationally renowned Mayo Clinic doctor, who toured the slums of Mumbai with a UN officer and a policeman. There, he witnessed first-hand the atrocities of child prostitution and saw one young girl-the the inspiration for this story-writing in a notebook.

The Blue Notebook's subject matter is unsettling, and Levine draws readers into the dark world of sexual slavery by giving voice to a fifteen-year-old girl named Batuk who lives caged within Mumbai's infamous "Street of Cages," where child prostitutes are displayed by their keepers.

Batuk is a bright young girl from rural India who has been sold into sexual slavery at the age of nine by her father. As she learns the way of her life in Mumbai, Batuk writes in a journal that she keeps stuffed in the mattress in her cage. The Blue Notebook tells the story of Batuk's life through the words she writes in her journal, so the voice of this story is-powerfully and hauntingly-her own.

By writing her thoughts and the story of her life, Batuk finds hope and records the beauty in her life even under the most harrowing of circumstances. When the story beings, Batuk is fifteen and has already been working on the "Common Street" in Mumbai for six years. Batuk manages to acquire a pencil that has fallen from the ear of Mamaki Briila, who takes on the role of a mother-figure despite being Batuk's keeper.

Batuk has learned cunning ways of getting what she wants, and she acquires a sharpener for her pencil by catching the gaze of a young man and asking him to retrieve one for her. Once he brings it to her, she kisses him and then never speaks to or acknowledges him again. But to Batuk, this way of behaving is "disgraceful," even though it allows her the simplest pleasure-writing-in a life she lives at the mercy and whims of others.

In The Blue Notebook, readers will come to understand Batuk's life within the Street of Cages and her personal history through the details she records in her journal. The fact that she can write and read at all may seem surprising, but Batuk explains the anomaly by telling about a time when she was sick as a child and sent to live in a hospital. Her caretakers nurse her back to health but also educate her in the process, sending her back into the world with these skills that she otherwise likely would not have.

Despite the brokenness, Batuk experiences repeatedly in this life, she can hold on to her writing no matter what others take from her. Batuk imagines that words remain with her even in her darkest moments, saying that inside of herself, she can "hide an army of whispering syllables, rhythms, and sounds. All you may see," she says, "is a black cavity that fills a tiny girl, but trusts me, the words are there, alive and fine."

Some readers may struggle under the emotional weight of this story, but it is a story that needs to be told until those like Batuk are no longer in a position to tell it. The narrative is so beautiful and sad and wonderfully written that readers may find themselves having a hard time putting it down, and a harder time forgetting it when they are through.

In the end, Levine's story in The Blue Notebook is not a redemptive one, and near its conclusion, Batuk writes: "All that is left of me is ink." In a fictional sense, her statement is true, because it is this character's journal we're reading, but The Blue Notebook's author, James A. Levine, demonstrates tremendous courage and artistic talent in bringing her story alive.

CONCLUSION

The Blue Notebook by James Levine is told from Batuk, a young girl who has been sold into prostitution by her father. From then on, she works through several places, including the streets of Mumbai, then being bought from place to place where her final place ends up being in some sort of hotel.

It's a hard read. Although being only two hundred pages, it is an account in extremely graphic detail of Batuk's life after being sold by her father. She does not skimp away the grisly details that happen to her and how she is meant to please her clients. The only light-hearted moments I get are when she shares a laugh with her friend Puneet and how they make fun of the "Hippopotamus". I thought they were so cute together but, even that little bit of happiness fades as Batuk is passed on to another place to do her work.

My heart went out for Batuk. You see her innocence shatter and how she narrates the entire story you don't hear much emotion, it's almost as you can hear a flat voice through the diary entries. It's a bleak and depressing read but it probably is a very realistic account of what happens out there to child prostitutes anywhere in the world.

There are only a few things I didn't agree with this book. I'm not for flowery poetry writing and mini-stories and there are a few parts of that in this story. I mostly skipped it by as I didn't have much patience for that. I don't understand how you can be that literate when you've only learned to read and write at a missionary hospital but that's just my opinion. Second, the ending was very vague. However, if you think about it, no one in this world cares where a prostitute ends up, therefore the ending shouldn't matter. It's very shocking, but it's sadly true however, I would have liked to know where Batuk ended up. Also note, due to the graphic nature and content this is not for the squeamish. It didn't bother me much, but there were parts where I cringed.

Overall a very sad and in-depth look into the life of a child slave. It'll make you feel for the millions of child slaves and helpless women out there suffering where they have no control over their lives and sadly, nowhere to turn to.