On p. 104, Molly makes one of her oft-repeated declarations: “‘What a life for the female element,’ she said to Jethro.”
This is obviously a theme Caldwell likes to play upon. And it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to suggest that it might be the overall theme of The Sure Hand of God. Then, on p. 107, we find another one of Molly’s fondest declarations: “‘A lot of women act as dumb as a cat on a ginhouse roof when they’re alone with a man—but not Lily.’” Caldwell—through the mouthpiece of Molly—likes to put a heap of stuff on a ginhouse roof, not the least of which is women acting dumb as a cat or, as on p.. 147, herself—feeling “as chipper as a jaybird” (on that same ginhouse roof). Of course, Molly’s willing to admit she’s got to do something (for Lily), but that she doesn’t “know no more what than a hog on a ginhouse roof” (p. 189). And almost finally, she suggests (on p. 190) that “(m)en are as slippery as a ginhouse roof—onto which she can be “dropped like a rock” (p. 201).
In short, a ginhouse roof seems to be about as wide a universe as this story can abide. And “(l)iving in this place is worse than trying to have some privacy on a ginhouse roof” (p. 207)—even if some women (here: Christine) “took to him (Benny Ballard) like hail to a ginhouse roof.”
Given the frequency (in this one story) with which Caldwell turns to a ginhouse roof as metaphor, I suppose it should come as no surprise when Molly’s and Lily’s universe would appear to be reduced to just that starting with Chapter 18 and continuing for the last twenty-four pages of the book. It’s an apt metaphor, to say the very least, and Caldwell uses it as well as he uses any of most colorful metaphors.
That said, I just don't know that
The Sure Hand of God
is as accomplished an oeuve as some of his others--hence, four stars rather than five.
RRB
Brooklyn, NY
14 April 2018