4.5 Stars
Chronologically, this begins in the Great Plains of Saskatchewan during the years of the Great Depression, with the Vogel family, a family with fifteen children. The children each had a name, of course, but were just as often referred to by their number. First born being Marie, whose number was 1, Otto was number 7. And then one day Russell, a boy the same age as Otto, joins the family.
As the Great Depression, the drought and the never-ending dust blowing brought about the sudden departure of the school’s teacher. When Etta saw the posting of the position, she was first to apply, is hired to begin almost immediately. Etta is the same age as Otto and Russell, however she’s had the opportunity to obtain an education.
And then World War II enters the picture, and Otto leaves to join. A former injury prevents Russell from serving. Otto writes to Etta, in part because he wants to keep working on improving his spelling and writing skills. Etta replies, including gentle corrections to his letters, with warmth and advice.
”We’re all scared, most of the time. Life would be lifeless if we weren’t. Be scared, and then jump into that fear. Again and again. Just remember to hold on to yourself while you do it.”
However, as this story opens, Etta, at the age of 82 years, is leaving a note that says:
”I’ve gone. I’ve never seen the water, so I’ve gone there. Don’t worry. I’ve left you the truck. I can walk. I will try to remember to come back.”
Along with the note was a pile of recipe cards of some standard meals to see him through.
This story weaves back and forth through the years. Times in the war, the toll it takes, the losses, the fears, along with the changes seen by Etta over the 80 plus years of her life, the tolls it takes on all.
The quiet walk in the woods to see the water that Etta envisioned that manages - despite her desire to be alone, accomplish this alone – to gather followers long before the internet, of which she is mostly unaware. She brings food, but too little to see her through the whole walk, a little money, but not enough, a rifle. Eventually, with a dash of magical realism, she is joined by a companion she names James. James is a coyote, one who not only talks, but also sings. Fortunately, the talking – although I’m sure his singing was fine – as he becomes her guide.
Otto, meanwhile, remains waiting. Baking from her recipes. He has his own assistant, a guinea pig who watches and waits while he bakes, and creates a menagerie of flora and fauna out of papier-mâché.
This was Hooper’s debut novel, which I found especially impressive for a debut. With themes of memories, and the loss of memories, lifelong yearnings that can no longer be ignored, and what love really means.