In this novel, two sisters – Liz, 15, and Bean, 12 – are first seen in their Southern California desert home, working their way through a mountain of chicken pot pies. Their mother, Charlotte, has gone off to L.A. to further her music career. The girls use the couple of hundred dollars she left for them to live on, but inevitably the grocer notices and reports them to a social worker. As a last resort, Liz remembers that their mother has family in a small mill town in rural Virginia and that they should have an uncle still living there. They use the last of their chicken pie money to take the bus to Virginia.
The girls find a new world: small, cozy and enclosed. The family home is a mansion with a name, and the town’s main street bears their family name.
But their reception is cold.Uncle Tinsley treats them to a few well-chosen words about their mother. He makes them sleep in the barn, but later he gives them a wing of the house to live in. He’s living close to the ground, and their diet changes from chicken pot pies to venison stew.
Their mother had a history. Her first husband left her, and Bean’s father was a disgrace who shot someone. Bean discovers the paternal side of her family: a motherly woman named Aunt Al and her Cousin Joe, who adds to the family income by scavenging from other people’s gardens. And there are a few other cousins and a grouchy Uncle Clarence. They are exotic and fascinating in Bean’s eyes because they make up a genuine family.
Are the girls going to stay in this rinky-dink but charming town? The tone shifts as the girls decide they need to get jobs to buy clothes for school. They go to work for Jerry Maddox, a new foreman at the mill. Maddox is a monster, as is their mother, and the girls must fight hard against these two to keep their bearings.
Readers are bound to notice that The Silver Star echoes Jeannette Walls’ earlier, frightening memoir of abuse, The Glass Castle. The poverty, the hunger, the plain nuttiness of adult authority figures are here again. But The Silver Star is more forgiving. In the middle of the novel, two emus turn up, and Liz, whose suffering and quirky mind have brought her dangerously close to mental illness, falls in love with them. The emus seem close to how the author wants us to see Liz and Bean: two odd birds doing their best in a world in which half the adults are scarcely human.
But the other half of the adult world seems kind enough, even insightful. Uncle Tinsley stoically bears the loss of his fortune and his mill, and across town Aunt Al holds her family together despite serious poverty. In such a place, do two defenseless girls have a chance? Maybe that’s why The Silver Star is fiction and The Glass Castle the demoralizing truth.