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She should have been able to trust him....

“Night sweats were my dance, especially in the Huston home. They were a continuation of the visions I had experienced in Dorchester, only here, they were much more violent.”

Set in a wealthy community in northern Michigan, Rising tells the story of nine-year-old Symone, who is adopted by the Hustons—“a shameless family with a house at the top of the hill”—after her mother dies of a drug overdose. And ...

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Overview

She should have been able to trust him....

“Night sweats were my dance, especially in the Huston home. They were a continuation of the visions I had experienced in Dorchester, only here, they were much more violent.”

Set in a wealthy community in northern Michigan, Rising tells the story of nine-year-old Symone, who is adopted by the Hustons—“a shameless family with a house at the top of the hill”—after her mother dies of a drug overdose. And though Symone is all too happy to leave the Dorchester projects behind, she can’t help but wonder why this rich white couple has come to the ghetto to adopt “a black girl who looked white.” Soon Symone discovers that the Hustons aren’t saviors but instead demons who have delivered her into another kind of hell. She escapes only to return again years later, realizing that she must face the demons of her past if she has any hope of surviving the future.

Rising is an evocative, undeniably potent, and completely unforgettable novel.

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"An unpretentious, gritty masterpiece, RISING, Darnella Ford's debut novel, is full of vivid suspense and detail. Ford's protagonist, nine-year-old Symone, a black girl with blond hair and blue eyes, has the experience of someone much wiser. . .Powerful and honest, RISING is a raw and unforgettable tale of survival."—-Shawn Evans Mitchell, Upscale
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An unpretentious, gritty masterpiece, RISING, Darnella Ford's debut novel, is full of vivid suspense and detail. Ford's protagonist, nine-year-old Symone, a black girl with blond hair and blue eyes, has the experience of someone much wiser. . .Powerful and honest, RISING is a raw and unforgettable tale of survival.
—Shawn Evans Mitchell
Publishers Weekly
An eight-year-old girl from the Boston projects is adopted by a wealthy white Michigan family in this luridly imaginative but frequently ludicrous rags-to-riches debut. On the eve of her ninth birthday, Symone awakens to discover the cold dead body of her mother. The beautiful Dolores, a suicidal prostitute, has lost her battle with heroin and alcohol, and has taken to her grave the secret of Symone's father's identity. Living in the projects, Symone has developed advanced survival skills, nourishing herself on "toasted bread for breakfast, plain bread for lunch, and cheese bread for dinner" and making pets of two rats (white Honkee Honkee and black Niggah Niggah). Her problems are exacerbated by a particularly fierce identity crisis-she is a "bisexual, biracial, blonde-haired, blue-eyed niggah white girl" trying to pass for black among her project playmates. The racial question fades to the background when she is adopted by Ridge and Madeline Huston, who whisk her away to their mansion in suburban Eden, Mich. Perfect as it may seem on the surface, Huston family life is rotten to the core. A Thanksgiving trip back to Eden when Symone is in her 20s brings back bitter memories and launches Symone and her two Huston sisters on a half-baked quest for revenge. Garbled prose ("who will take to task to count the number of times he extracted her virginity?") and melodrama ("I had stepped over the brain matter of a guy whose head had just been blown off") diminishes the effect of some witty passages ("Dolores came from a family of dirt-poor niggers... and moved to the land of opportunity, the Dorchester projects"). Ford is clearly talented, but this novel rarely bounces back to earth, so far is it over the top. Author tour. (Jan.) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Ford's first novel revolves around nine-year-old Symone, who is adopted by a mysterious, rich, white couple after her mother dies of a drug overdose. What follows is a tale of betrayal as the family puts the young girl through hell. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Engaging if ultimately hyperbolic debut about a young ghetto girl's horrendous childhood in the care of two rich white adoptive parents, and the slow peace she achieves years after. A homegirl from Boston, Symone grew up in the Dorchester projects with her mother Dolores, a drug addict and prostitute who overdosed when Symone was nine. Blond-haired and blue-eyed, Symone is not your typical Dorchester girl: Her father was a white businessman whom Dolores picked up for a one-night stand and never laid eyes on again. So Symone, half-black and half-white, learns early on what it is like to move uncomfortably between two worlds. It gets worse. Not long after her arrival at the orphanage, a wealthy white couple adopts her and moves her to their estate in northern Michigan. There, Symone is raised in the lap of luxury with her two stepsisters, Audrey and Chandler. She's also raped by her adoptive father Ridge, who likes to have sex with his wife Madeline in front of Symone as well. Eventually, Symone grows up and gets on, opening an art gallery and settling into a happy ménage à trois with boyfriend Teek and girlfriend Natalie. But Ridge is a tough one to get over-for one thing, he manipulates Symone and her sisters well into their adulthood with threats of disinheritance. The last straw is when he buys out Symone's gallery partner and begins to take over the business she worked so hard to build up. Her sisters, who have had their allowances cut off and are just as fed up, begin to talk murder, and it soon looks like more than idle fantasies on their part. Is Symone dumb enough to get dragged into crime? Well, let's just say that she learns something about her relationship to her adoptive fatherthat might push anyone over the edge. Well-written line by line, but, overall, it adds up to something less than the sum of its parts: the story becomes outlandish, the characters are flat, and the great revelation is obvious from the start.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312303068
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 1/2/2003
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 240
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 0.54 (d)

Meet the Author

Darnella Ford began writing at the age of nine. She has written several screenplays and one teleplay. She is also a Spoken Word artist and performs regularly in the Los Angeles area, where she lives. Rising is her first novel.

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Rising


By Darnella Ford

St. Martin's Griffin

Copyright © 2003 Darnella Ford
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312303068

Rising
PART ONECHAPTER ONEMy name is Symone. And more important than my name is my story and the unveiling of the Beast.I was adopted.My adoptive parents were the Hustons, a shameless family with a house at the top of the hill.The Huston name was synonymous with class, power, and money. Ridge Huston specialized in international trade. He made money because he had money. He didn't work much, but he didn't have to, He owned everything and it worked for him.Madeline was his wife but I referred to her as the "other hand" that dipped into the cash. She led a life of leisure with no grand responsibilities, unless someone counted the children she had borne him. And even those obligations were oftentimes dictated to working stiffs known as nannies.The Hustons were one of Eden's most prominent and well respected families. They weren't respected because they were deserving of respect. They were respected because they had money.Big difference.Ridge and Madeline adopted me when I was nine. And that was the turning point of my life. They rescued me from the inner city of Dorchester, Massachusetts, and swept me away to Michigan's most pretentious community of Eden.Eden was an asymmetric paradise and just because it was upscale didn't mean it was also upstanding. The hillside homes hung million-dollar price tags off their front doors.It was prestigious and downright uppity.In that city, even dog shit could be packaged and sold as a souvenir. But only if the shit belonged to an Eden household pet. And everybody knew that an animal residing in Eden was worth more than a human living in the city.The life the Hustons introduced me to was much different than the one I knew so intimately as a child.In Dorchester, I had slept on a pee-stained cot in a single-room dump. We were economically challenged. Translation: dirt-poor.We had been strangers to the conveniences of the telephone, heated water, or an abundant food supply.We had eaten toasted bread for breakfast, plain bread for lunch, and cheese bread for dinner.In the ghetto, tap water was an all-you-could-drink commodity. The only catch: Your teeth would turn yellow if you drank too much.Every month was a hustle just to pay rent. I worried that if it wasn't paid by the fifteenth, we'd be out bargaining with the bum on the corner, trading a slice of cheese bread for deluxe accommodations in one of his finest cardboard boxes.Did I neglect to mention Dolores?She was a chemically imbalanced, suicidal, self-destructive, neurotic, alcoholic drug addict. But I gently swept those micro-- character flaws under a rug. I probably did it because her heart was made of pure, bona fide gold and her soul and spirit were free. They were so free, in fact, that at times they blew around recklessly.Dolores could light up a room with her magic or weaken an explosive situation with a kind word. She always knew the right thing to say, the right thing to do. She was filled with song most days and walked around singing the only tune she had ever learned the words to ... 
This little light of mine.I'm gonna let it shine.This little light of mine.I'm going to let it shine ... 
I used to hear Dolores sing that song in my sleep. She had so much charisma she should have been a movie star. Dorothy Dandridge didn't have a thing on Dolores, except a contract and some cash.When Dolores entered a room the place lit up like an electric parade. She commanded the attention of everyone because she was the extraction of perfection. Beautiful like black onyx and raw like black coal. Illuminating like a black sky filled with brilliant stars. And mysterious like perishing meteors that evaporated before they could even hit the ground. But more than what she was or what she wasn't, she was special because she was Mama.That's not to say that Dolores wasn't foul. She had some nasty habits.Booze.Drugs.Men.They all demanded something of her and one by one they took their toll. Over the years, I watched Dolores suffer and knew she was intimate with devastation, struggle, and crippling disappointment.But it never changed how I looked at her. Sometimes she was high, other times she was drunk, but she was always Mama. My beautiful, black, Nubian, African queen.We lived together for years, sharing everything from one toothbrush to a pee-stained cot with a hole in the middle.The kitchen was a breeding center for roaches and members of the rodent family. At the breakfast table, it was best to cover your bread with your hand between bites. If you forgot, pieces of the ceiling would crash down and stab the bread to death.In the bathroom you had to shower quick. The temperature outdoors used to hold steady at nineteen degrees and heated water belonged only to those who could afford their bill at the end of the month.The cold, nasty water brought with it ice and sometimes sewage. The faucet had to be turned on with pliers because the handles broke years ago. In other words, it was no Taj Mahal, but it was home.Sometimes I'd get a wild hair up my butt and complain about the accommodations.I'd get sick of showering in filthy subzero water. My hands cracked and bled from the struggle to turn the water on and turn the water off.I'd get tired of spitting out pieces of the ceiling that I accidentally bit into when I ate my toast.I hated playing "dodge the defiant roaches" every time I needed something from the kitchen.I hated sharing a toothbrush with Mama.I hated getting stuck in the cot's giant hole and sometimes falling through to the floor.However, that's not to say that there were no joys. There was joy.I had been the proud owner of two pets I inherited from the landlord. They were fat rats with long, spiraling tails. One rat was an albino with pink eyes and the other black as tar with eyes dark as night.I named the rats Honkee Honkee and Niggah Niggah. They'd curl up beside me at night, one at my head, the other at my feet. The rats were my friends. So naturally, you will understand my devastation when exterminators came out, sneaked into our apartment, went behind my back, and set up my playmates.One night while sleeping I heard a metal rattrap snap and woke only to find Honkee Honkee twisted in the contraption, rolling violently through the kitchen cabinet, fighting death till he finally collapsed.I pronounced him dead on the spot, gently closed his beady eyes and labeled it another ghetto tragedy: Honkee Honkee. Seven months old. Dead of a broken neck.Shortly afterward, Niggah Niggah packed up and moved out. I never heard from him again after that night. But every time I saw a black rat on the street, I would stare into its dark eyes and call out in a hollow voice, "Niggah Niggah, is that you?"But I never found him.Losing Honkee Honkee and Niggah Niggah was a major loss in my life at that time. But little did I know that this was only the beginning of a life that would run rampant with loss.As a kid growing up, I didn't mind living with Dolores. She was a lot of fun when she was sober. But the last time I saw her sober was when I was about three years old. After that, almost every night Dolores was incapacitated. She'd pass out naked on the cot with her tongue sticking out and legs gapped open. Sometimes she'd get so high she wouldn't wake up for days. Why do you think the cot had so many pee-stains?Dolores came from a family of dirt-poor niggers straight off the plantation. She ran away from home when she was fourteen and moved to the land of golden opportunity, the Dorchester projects.She worked a dozen jobs before landing something permanent. She slaved at a factory, a sewage treatment plant, a plumbing establishment, a lumber yard, a grocery store, beauty shop, and finally at an after-hours gambling joint. And it was at this gambling establishment that Dolores finally started making some money.She'd been broke for so long that when she finally came up on some cash, she went buck-wild. She was obsessed by it all, the money, the men, and the drugs.It was easy for Dolores to make money selling herself. She was fine and all of her parts were in the right place. Her hips curved, her butt was round, her breasts were pleasing to the eye, and her nipples stood at attention all the time. She had big brown eyes and a sparkling smile (at least that's what her pictures looked like).To be honest, I don't remember the woman in the picture. When I was a little kid, Dolores was strung out on heroin. She smoked it. Shot it. Sniffed it. And would have swam in the shit if she could've fit her big ass into the little pouch of white powder.Dolores was gentle by nature, but the drugs awakened a demonwithin. And when she lost the high, she was a woman gone mad and everything and everyone that stood between her and the next hit was going straight to hell.I always knew when Dolores was going to lose it. She'd sweat so hard her clothes would wring with salty perspiration. After the wetness came convulsions. And sometimes her body's unannounced jerking "motions" put her at great risk of hurting herself. Once she almost bit off her tongue and another time she knocked herself out cold when she threw herself against a wall.I would hide in the closet and watch Dolores through termite-eaten walls. And what I saw was never pretty, and more difficult to translate on paper. Her body slammed against walls without mercy or compassion. She would stand soaked in sweat and sometimes blood. Her hair would dance on end as her clothes hung from her frame. Her huge, sagging breasts would escape from her bra and take turns smacking her in the face.Dolores had rolled around the room on the floor violently. I witnessed her body literally bend in two from the pain, which continued until she found the last vein in her arm to blow out with the needle. Every time she stabbed herself with the filthy needle, she prayed her vein had enough staying power, so as not to collapse in the middle of the rush.Most days, her prayers went unanswered and the vein would blow out. I watched as Dolores literally beat her arm black and blue trying to find a vein that was strong enough to take the shot.The scene was traumatic only until Dolores found the vein, and then, just like magic, the ghosts would stop their assault, the room would spin to calmness, Dolores would take a deep breath, and it would all stop. And then she'd start singing to the Lord right in the middle of shooting up, getting high. 
This little light of mine.I'm gonna let it shine.This little light of mine.I'm going to let it shine ... 
Maybe she felt closer to God flying on a high. Or it could be the drug put a little distance between her and the demons.This drama played out every day in my house. And when it was all said and done, the place would be destroyed.She would rip down curtains, break dishes, destroy bedsheets, and vomit without warning.That was probably the biggest problem Dolores faced when she didn't get the drug on time: vomiting.Upchucks for hours. One time Dolores threw up so long and hard she ruptured blood vessels in her eyes, leaving them bloodred for days.I always kept a bucket by the bed because I never knew when to expect regurgitation. The only trick was to get Dolores to throw up inside the bucket instead of on the floor.On the good days, it went in the bucket. On the mediocre days, it went on the floor. And on the bad days, it went on me.As a child I did not find this repulsive. Nor did I find it unusual or disturbing. I was a kid. Dolores was my mother. Heroin was my stepfather. I just had a stepfather who mistreated my mother and made both of our lives a living hell.RISING. Copyright © 2003 by Darnelle Ford. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y 10010.

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She should have been able to trust him....

"Night sweats were my dance, especially in the Huston home. They were a continuation of the visions I had experienced in Dorchester, only here, they were much more violent."

Set in a wealthy community in northern Michigan, Rising tells the story of nine-year-old Symone, who is adopted by the Hustons—"a shameless family with a house at the top of the hill"—after her mother dies of a drug overdose. And though Symone is all too happy to leave the Dorchester projects behind, she can't help but wonder why this rich white couple has come to the ghetto to adopt "a black girl who looked white." Soon Symone discovers that the Hustons aren't saviors but instead demons who have delivered her into another kind of hell. She escapes only to return again years later, realizing that she must face the demons of her past if she has any hope of surviving the future.

Rising is an evocative, undeniably potent, and completely unforgettable novel.

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  • Posted February 8, 2010

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    Must Read!

    I have NEVER read anything like this!!!! This author is so original, and creative. I have never seen words put together this way. The main character was raised by a dysfunctional, drug addicted, alcoholic, prostitute....until she died, and was adopted by a white family, and THAT'S when life really got messed up! This is a must read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2004

    SECOND CHANCES.

    MY!! MY!! MY!! WHAT A POWERFUL BOOK. DARNELLA FORD HAS A UNIQUE WAY OF WRITING & TELLING A STORY. THIS IS HER FIRST NOVEL & IT SHOULD IN NO WAY BE HER LAST. I AM EAGERLY WAITING FOR MORE FROM THIS AUTHOR. WHAT AN EXPLOSIVE STORY ABOUT INCEST AND RAPE. THIS BOOK WILL HAVE YOU ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT TRYING TO FINISH. AND IT WILL DEFINETLY HAVE YOU BONDING WITH THE MAIN CHARACTER SYMONE. THIS IS A MUST READ FOR EVERYONE. YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2003

    gripping, revealing, dramatic

    Symone has had one hell of a life. From birth until nine years of age she grew up destitute in the housing projects of Boston with a crack addicted, prostitute mother. Oddly enough Symone found happiness being a 'rare and beautiful bird', a description used by her mother Deloros to describe her, amongst the ruins of her life. United at a young age with her friend Ina they made the best of a bad situation up to and including that tragic day when Symone's mother overdosed and died. Life changed then for Symone. She always knew that she wasn't black. Her light skin, the color of her hair told a story nobody needed to verbalize. She questioned her mother many times but the answers were never clear, there was always a question of who she was. Rising is the tale of climbing from the depths of uncertainty into the vast world of the unknown and how Symone finds her way. Symone finds herself a ward of the state after the county burial of her mother. It is then that she is one of the lucky children in state custody for she is immediately transformed from a project wharf into a high society girl. She is adopted by the rich Hurston family- 'a shameless family with a house at the top of the hill'- in the ritzy section of town, Eden in Michigan. Her English becomes better, she is transformed from illiterate to a functioning member of society. She dresses better, she gains her own room which is much bigger than the rat infested tenement that she grew up in, she is transformed into a productive person -on the outside. Inwardly though, the demons rage. What seemingly is a life that any of us would envy is pure torture. It is this torture that is vividly captured in Rising. I couldn't put the book down, for Symone's life was a winding and twisted strand. It would unravel and repair itself countless times a literary journey through the mind of a woman who was tortured mentally more than I could imagine. Spellbound throughout the book, it wasn't until the last few chapters that this gripping tale came together in a fiery ending. During a Thanksgiving trip, funny how I should pick this book up in November, secrets that will forever change the lives of everyone involved are revealed and dealt with once and for all. You won't be disappointed taking a few hours to read this book. I suggest that you push it to the top of your To Be Read list.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2003

    Slow in the beginning........

    It is an interesting read. You may find that you skip some unnecessary words to get to the point. But overall, the book is okay.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2003

    You have to read this book!!

    This book the the best book I have ever read. How dare anyone even question its credability or artisic value. To anyone wondering wheter or not to read this book,READ IT. It's a definite page turner.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 18, 2002

    AMAZING--JUST AMAZING....!

    I was deeply touched by this book. As an incest survivor, I found it poignant, gripping and shook me right out of my skin. I look forward to hearing more from Darnella Ford...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2002

    This is an embarrassment

    I can't beleive this title found it's way to your website. It is not well thought out, and does not develop the charactor's personalities or their motivations. This was not an enjoyable read. Take an English class.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2001

    Please no profanity, go back to school

    I am disappointed that the author used language that was offensive. This could have been a more enjoyable experience if she had a well written novel.

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