The 27 of April 2017 marked the day Corbin Ledbetter’s world broke!
By 6:15 am on that fateful day Corby had already popped an anti-anxiety pill and added hundred-proof spirits to his morning coffee. He craves both just to get through every day, is drinking and drugging in secret, hiding his addiction from his wife Emily, feeling like a failure because he’s been unable to find a job ever since he was laid off over a year ago. He’s currently a full-time stay-at-home dad to two-year-old twins Niko and Maisie. Corby’s sure he is functioning fine. Corby is wrong…
The River is Waiting was a heartbreaking, raw, hard-hitting, cry-your-eyes-out read. But there was hope, redemption, and healing to be found in the power of human resilience. The writing was hard-hitting and brutal, but the eloquent prose and emotional depth and honesty of Corby’s sole first-person narration helped. I’ve decided not to include trigger warnings as I don’t want to give anything away, but given the dark and depressing subject matter you know it’s going to be grim. Corby’s cross-addiction dependency on alcohol and prescription drugs stole the life of an innocent who loved and trusted him, shattering his relationships with family, friends, neighbours, and the community.
I thought it was cleverly done how Corby’s struggle with addiction mirrored that of several minor characters, creating a web of shared suffering, as well as highlighting that everyone has their demons. Another thing that really stood out for me was how almost everyone Corby encountered – family, friends, fleeting acquaintances – shared stories of pain, support, advice, strength, and survival.
The bulk of the novel concentrated on Corby’s years in Yates Correctional Institution, and at the beginning of each chapter we were given the date, and the number of days Corby had spent in prison out of a total of 1,095 (the equivalent of three years). Some chapters focused on a single day, others a bulk of time. As you can imagine life in prison was excruciating – violence, bullying, racial and gang divisions, harsh treatment and punishment by guards and inmates, strict routine, rules and regulations, loneliness and isolation, overcrowding and poor conditions. And on top of that Corby was a recovering addict, and worse of all the lifelong emotional sentence, crushing guilt, overwhelming shame, grief, loss, and regret associated with the reason he’s been sent to prison, so you can imagine how the strain of everything impacted his physical and mental health.
The Wequonnoc river in the title represented many layered meanings for Corby. As a child it was a sanctuary to escape his verbally abusive father. As an adult a place to slow his racing thoughts – to breathe and think when life became unbearable. And hearing the sound of the river bordering the prison soothed and calmed him in his cell bunk. And the current travelled South in the direction of home. If Corby even has a home to go back to after what he did.
I mainly read as I wanted to take my time savouring every word, but I did switch to the audiobook from time-to-time (thanks Libby) and Jeremy Sisto delivered a masterful performance, gave Corby a distinct voice, and expertly captured every emotion as he experienced it.
The River is Waiting has left a lasting impression on me. it will be one of the titles I remember when I look back on my 2025 reading journey.