Edisto Book

Practically every time I am tempted to read critically lauded book it turns out to be far below my expectations. But actually it's a small wonder - critics serve the publication industry and establishment and not a reader.
The twelve year old hero has a grownup's advanced vocabulary and child's rudimentary thoughts clearly induced by the author himself.
"Between living and dying, she had made two mistakes. One was letting her daughter go to New York to be a singer, and the other was letting them take her daughter's baby from its grandmother, herself, who got there in time to get it and take it home and raise it right, whether he was half white or not and sick. It was the sick that got him away from her, the sick that her daughter gave it, junk in it. Her daughter in New York messed up on drugs and taking things called fixes got the baby away from her and got her half convinced he was going to die so she let them take him and then she was never able to get him back and her fool daughter crazy enough to go to a place like that was too crazy to want him if she could have had him and she was just an old colored lady a long way from home and she left. It grinded her up to think about it and she never forgot it and she knew it was not true about having only to die and live till you die. You had to be careful somewhere in between or you could be chased by something like losing your daughter's baby because you weren't careful somewhere else, and you lost your daughter herself or she lost her sense, which is the same. You could be chased by it and even caught up with."
Edisto is too artificial to be convincing enough.
They compare Edisto to the work of J.D. Salinger and Truman Capote but in fact it sits between them like a spooky tooth between two fangs.