The novel begins from the perspective of Miranda Crabtree, the eponymous boatman’s daughter, on the night that will alter the course of her life forever. She is only eleven when she accompanies her father and an old witch to the preacher’s house for the birth of his child. What was to be a routine delivery turns unspeakably dark, and her confusion and alarm throughout the rest of the night’s events are palpable. The introduction was appropriately gripping for a novel described as, “a supernatural thriller about a young woman facing down ancient forces in the depths of the bayou.”
The story picks back up more than a decade later, where Miranda is now a young adult, ferrying contraband for the old preacher and his cronies in order to survive and protect those she cares about. We’re told that this job is coming to an end, as she has been promised that she just needs to do a few final runs before they’ll stop asking for her assistance.
To be perfectly honest, the first half of this book is a slog. The book sinks under the weight of its dense prose and what is supposed to be mounting tension doesn’t feel like much of anything when the story is so slow to get rolling. It’s hard to care much about the characters for a while as well, as (aside from one notable exception), none are particularly endearing. They’re tired and worn out from their hard, unforgiving lives, and this weariness gets passed on to the reader.
At about the midpoint, the novel begins to pick up the pace and get more interesting, as the final runs Miranda has been asked to make grow more and more dark. Even then, however, the pacing is nearly glacial and, while I cared more about some of the characters, the increasing sense of, “nothing is going to go right for these people, everything will likely continue to be horrible,” kept me from mustering up enough hope to be eager for the end. I simply felt resigned to it and found myself frequently checking the progress on my Kindle to see how much longer it would drag on.
The slow pacing seemed very deliberate and designed to let the reader marinade in the tension and the humid heat of the bayou, but it just didn’t hit home for me. I can see why so many have praised it highly, but it just ended up not being my cup of tea. I felt that the rich, almost languid descriptions took away from the story and weighted it down heavily rather than drawing me into its world. The characters, while interesting in some ways, never felt fully developed and were hard to appreciate or care about. I would have loved to see more of the supernatural forces that were at play, but the true horror was in what the humans did to themselves and each other. The mythical forces felt tacked-on rather than an integral part of the story.
Overall, I wouldn’t say that the novel was bad, but I was disappointed. I can see where it worked well for others and why so many reviewers loved it, but I just didn’t get the same impression from it. I’d give it a two out of five stars.