’They still call her Book Woman, having long forgotten the epithet for her cobalt-blue flesh, though she’s gone now from these hills and hollers, from her loving husband and daughter and endearing Junia, her patrons and their heartaches and yearning for more. But you must know another story, really all the other important stories that swirled around and after her, before they are lost to winters of rotting foliage and sleeping trees, swallowed into the spring hymnals of birdsong rising above carpets of phlox, snakeroot and foxglove. These stories beg to be unspooled from Kentucky’s hardened old hands, to be bound and eternally rooted like the poplar and oak to the everlasting land.’
This story begins in Thousandsticks, Kentucky in 1953, describing the era when air-raid ‘duck-and-cover’ drills were common during the Cold War between the U.S. and the Soviet Union and their respective allies in the time after WWII. It’s early March, as the daughter of the original Book Woman, Honey Mary-Angeline Lovett, is now sixteen years old, looks back on those years, recalling the love and appreciation shown to her mother, and to her as she often accompanied her on her book route.
When a peddler comes to their door, and notices her mother’s blue skin colour, he can’t help but mention it when he gets back to town. Knowing that the law will come to them at any moment, since Miscegenation laws were a tool used to get rid of those people who appeared physically to be ‘different,’ and therefore unwanted and unwelcome. Meanwhile, their daughter Honey is hiding in the cellar when the ‘law’ shows up, and her parents are escorted to prison.
Honey inherited this condition, although it is mostly seen in her hands. When she follows in her mother’s footsteps, delivering books to those living in and around their rural area, or even in town, she feels it’s necessary for her to wear gloves to cover her hands. Most of the people she meets along the way are happy to see her riding her mother’s mule, Junia, and some remember her fondly, from when she accompanied her mother. But there are others who find her to be some kind of abomination, and make sure to let her know that she is not welcome.
I loved the setting, the quiet charm of the Appalachian landscape alongside the quiet strength of these women resolved to fight against the ugliness of laws created out of hate, and designed to target a group of marginalized people. I love the resolve of these women, and the men who had the courage to stand by them, to believe them, and believe in them, despite repercussions. I loved the strength and determination of these women, their bond as women, and, of course, this ode to books, and how the right words and stories can change the world.
Published: 03 May 2022
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