Master Class

Thank you to the author, publisher, and Netgalley for providing me with a copy of this in exchange for my open and honest review.

Wow. What a story. What an idea.

Again, Christina Dalcher has written an almost prescient story about humanity. Much in the Vein of Vox, Dalcher tackles the idea of the “haves” and “have nots” and takes it to a terrifying place. It isn't a new idea; I know of quite a few authors who have delved into the concept of inequality based on genetics or disposition. However, I can't think of one who pulled at my emotions as much as this story. Her book struck a chord in me. Maybe it is the combination of motherhood, something so powerful and innate it makes me shake thinking of someone taking away my child, and the current climate of unease. Or, perhaps the utter impotence and rage I felt reading about Elena's predicament. She fought to save her child in a near-impossible system.

Either way, Dalcher wrote a hell of a character.

Dr. Elena Fairchild looks like she has it all. On paper, she does because she has a high Q score, the perfect husband, the ideal career, the perfect children. The Q score is an amalgamation of all the characteristics a society considers “desirable.” Underneath it all, people are imperfect. Because people are people warts and all, and when you shove them into a system like the one described in Master Class, you can see right away how people will start to fall through the cracks. People like those who learn differently, such as Elena's daughter. Or wives who fall out of love with their husbands. And especially those who have any disability, all of those who are outside the “perfect” line. When Elena's nine-year-old daughter bombs a critical test, her Q score becomes too low and is sent away to an institution, and Elena wants her daughter back.

I think that some who read Master Class will feel that it is a compelling dystopian story, and the undercurrent of narrative and discussion won't go any further than that. Others, though, like myself, Master Class will rip their heart out and have to put the book down a few times because of the building rage inside of them.

I wanted to yell a few times:
“Stay the hell away from her child!”
“What a bastard of a husband!”
“What a messed up system!”

Any book that can elicit such a strong emotional response inside of me is aces in my book.