I read an Amazon review of the novel that told a reader not to worry that they would have to read over 400 pages of depressing oppression. This is true -- "The Help" makes Jim Crow palatable. I don't think this is a good thing.
My seatmate talks about cleaning up his life. The aunt who raised him wants him to move back to South Carolina to live with her, but he doesn't want to. "My cousins sell dope," he says. "I don't want to get mixed up in that again.