I read Bonnie Jo Campbell's short story collection, American Salvage, last year and it was possibly my top read of the year, at very least in the top three. So many things made that book special, but chief among its virtues is Campbell's almost otherworldly ability to create a sense of place. As it happens, I know well Southwestern Michigan, where The Waters and most of the stories in American Salvage are set but have not been there in many years. Campbell brought me right back (Often kicking and screaming, I left MI 40 years ago and sometimes I still feel if I stop running I will end up there again, it happens right in the book, against everyone's will.) It is gritty and ugly, except where it is surpassingly beautiful and the ethos of the place has changed little in the last 100 years. Though I would never have thought of it, it turns out it is a pretty perfect place to set a fairy tale, which in part is what this book is.
Within the first 20 pages I said this was like a mashup of the Brothers Grimm and Willa Cather. I was amused to later see that one of the people who blurbed this said it read like a combination of the Brothers Grimm and Flannery O'Connor. I can see that, and people often label Campbell as a Southern Gothic writer, but she is not. I suspect those people know nothing about the Northern Midwest. Having lived in both regions I see clearly the differences. The most important distinction for me is that Midwestern Gothic is, like Midwesterners, polite, restrained, more lurks under the surface than above. You have to work for things, and the churn below the surface will let you ignore it for a very long time. Southern Gothic is the book equivalent of an over-the-top 24-hour-a-day crime scene, you are not allowed to look away, the ugliness will hit you over the head with a socket wrench if you try. To see the horror and pathos in Midwestern gothic you need to look into the back of Granny's cupboards or under the floormats of the most beleaguered men. You need to work for your violence and pain.
Campbell is an absolute master of Midwestern Gothic, and this book is really impressive. In addition to creating an alternate world filled with wonder and violence in equal measure, Campell introduces us to amazing women forging a life out of nothing, either running from this world or cemented in place. They are fascinating creatures, simultaneously fit for those fairy tales and extraordinarily real. I took of a star because there were times I thought it dragged. It always came back powerfully, but for me the part of the book that centered on Donkey and Herself (Dorothy and Hermine, there are lots of nicknames) and the specifics of creating medicines from nature and of Donkey learning outside of a formal environment started to get dull. As mentioned this was just a small part of the book, but that drag kept me from being fully in love with this. Still, I passionately recommend it.
I listened to this book read by the incomparable Lili Taylor (whom I have loved since Say Anything and Mystic Pizza) and it was great. It is only January, but I suspect this will be on my top 10 audiobook narration list at year's end.