Your Driver Is Waiting is a “blackly comic and deeply political novel about anger, love, and privilege” as per the log line. That’s such an apt summation, I couldn’t come up with anything better myself.

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Damani is a RideShare driver, and she is angry about nearly everything. She has “no kids, no pets, just one job and a whole load of responsibilities” (including, but not limited to, her mother who is incapacitated by grief after the unexpected loss of her husband, Damani’s father). Damani has an anthropology degree that she’s not using at all, and she won’t tell the reader what city she’s in. “As long as I’m alive,” she muses, “does it really matter where I am?”.
She’s spot on: as I read Your Driver Is Waiting, I kept trying to imagine the story taking place in different locations, and it really could be set in any major city in any colonised country.
Around her, Damani sees protests and political activism everywhere – she’d love to participate herself, but she’s just too damn tired. At this point, simply continuing to exist feels like a revolutionary act. Well-meaning liberals take to the streets, and sign petitions, and hold fundraisers, but none of it seems to be making a tangible difference in her life as a queer Tamil woman, an exploited gig worker constantly on the brink of eviction.
After a minor traffic incident, Damani falls into an intoxicating love affair with a (relatively) wealthy white woman named Jolene. Jolene is woke, don’t worry; she’s a social worker, she’s read the books, and she’s a vocal ally. She seems to be keenly aware of the structural inequities that define their lives… but does she really “get it”? When Damani brings Joelene to Doo Wop, a makeshift community centre slash bar slash organising space slash soup kitchen, they quickly realise that the gulf between their lived experiences might be too wide to bridge, even with all the hot sex. Then, Jolene does something unforgivable, and it throws Damani’s world off its axis.
Your Driver Is Waiting reads like a new friend telling you about her life. It seems like she’s mostly telling it straight, but I kept sensing little hints throughout that Damani might not be as reliable a narrator of her life as she might have you believe. She keeps weapons in the car that doubles as her workplace – an ostensibly smart idea, given how often she encounters the threat of violence on her job, but gradually her psychological reliance on the proximity of those weapons becomes unsettling.
In (very short) chapters, this staccato narrative might come off as satirical if you haven’t spent any time at all in ostentatiously leftist spaces. Your Driver Is Waiting works because it is technicolour realism – everyone who’s been to a #BLM protest or an anti-racist book club will recognise the characters in it. Guns has a keen eye for the performative nature of so much “activism” in the 2020s, and is scathing in her critique. It’s a must-read for anyone who enjoyed Kiley Reid’s Such A Fun Age, and doesn’t mind their narrators slightly unhinged.
P.S. There is a very sad (but peripheral) dog death about a third of the way through, so a heads up if you’re sensitive to that.
Read Your Driver Is Waiting on audiobook via Libro.fm here.
My favourite Amazon reviews of Your Driver Is Waiting:
- “YOUR DRIVER IS WAITING is TAXI DRIVER for the gig economy” – Jennifer Jordan
- “I don’t mind a leisurely traipse through a character’s brain as long as that brain is interesting” – V. Foster
- “The ending was disappointing but I was relieved to get there.” W.A. Burt









