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The Coin is a book of contradictions.
A young Palestinian woman lives in New York. She is obsessed with cleanliness, though despite her rigorous routines, she understands that she may never truly be clean. She’s obsessed with wealth, but knows what the items she purchases represent. That it is the wealthy who are the dirtiest of all.
We follow her as she attempts to create structure through her job teaching at an underprivileged boys school, instilling what she’s learned about class and race in them. Then, at night, she scrubs off her top layer of skin. When she meets a homeless man, he ropes her into a pyramid scheme of buying and selling Birkin bags. She has never been so close, and yet so distinctly far from the American dream.
I thought this was a sharp, deeply cutting novel, destined to become a cult classic, favored by those who adore disaffected narrators. I was entranced!