This is a modern classic of Caribbean/West Indian literature. It tells the story of a man, Merton Johnson, affectionately called "Sun-Sun" for his bright, warm personality, who loses all, including his wife and children(except the narrator Rami), to his big rival Jake Hibbert. The same cool sweetness that made him susceptible to the wiles of Jake, allows Sun-Sun to calmly recover, more humbly this time, and rebuild his life as Rami sticks by his side to the chagrin of his siblings, friends and community. In the end, Sun-Sun dies while saving Jake from a fire at the very property Jake took from him, leaving Rami to tell the bitter-sweet tale of a man who was too good for this world in an almost otherworldly way. It is a story of heroism and fatherhood, of male bonding where the younger man learns from the older. It is a story of loss and recovery, of forgiveness and platonic love. It is an epic (though a short book) of Caribbean literature. I remember secretly crying inside while teaching it for years to 7 grade boys at an old-boys school in Kingston. One of the real reasons I love it so much, as I used to tell them, is that Sun-Sun reminds me so much of my own father. RIP Daddy/Esau!