Historical fiction meets Southern gothic in this World War I–era doorstop set on an Appalachian farm.
In the winter of 1916, Charleston-born Trevor Middleton is poised to become one of the first American Ambulance Field Service members to join the Escadrille Américaine, a group of American volunteer pilots fighting for the French cause during World War I. But when an accident leaves him severely injured, Trevor has no choice but to leave his new life—and his crush, Hannah, a nurse at the Lycée Pasteur—and return stateside to convalesce. With his physician uncle in tow, the refined Southerner settles in the Appalachian mountain town of Hickory Nut Gorge during a spring cold spell, where he crosses paths with a host of memorable characters. Annie, the strong-willed preacher’s daughter, is chief among them; the worldly Trevor fuels her fantasies of leaving her small town for good. But just as Trevor has begun to carve out a new life in the mountains, a terrible flood comes along and changes everything yet again. Save for the expletives and occasional shocks of gore (a gruesome eye injury during a bull attack comes to mind), the rich narrative and unhurried pace recall the kind of meandering novel a teacher might read aloud to young students as a treat at the end of each day. Each new chapter, character, and plot twist pulls readers into the book’s carefully crafted universe, thoughtfully grounded in the historical events of the day. World War I history sticklers will be impressed by the detailed accuracy of Trevor’s military trajectory in France, while residents of Appalachia will appreciate the sumptuous passages devoted to “leather britches,” among other regional delights. Hill is a passionate storyteller and absolutely in her element.
A bewitching Southern epic that deals elegantly with the mysteries of fate.