Sometimes, in a book that attempts to straddle both the past and the present, something gets lost in the translation. Either one of the stories seem to shine more than the other.
But David Payne manages to keep both narratives engaging and full of tension. And, while I was drawn more towards the very unique story of the South Carolina plantation with ties to Cuba, I also enjoyed (if enjoyed is the right word) the slow dissolution of Ran's marriage.
The novel was especially interesting for the obvious historical research that went into the book, giving us insight into attitudes surrounding the Civil War, some of which might be surprising. Deftly woven into the plot, too, are tendrils of Conjure magic, both the good and the bad.
Here were my issues, though:
1. One gratuitous sex scene. Did we really need that in order to understand that Ran and Claire are both intense and sexual people, who are still attracted to each other despite all that has passed between them? (and I write romance novels, so I'm not a prude!)
2. Ran's unraveling didn't ring true. At his heart, he was deeply attached to his family, and to imply that because he's bipolar or even manic would allow him to fall so far as to actually hurt them seemed like a stretch that was deemed necessary for plot tension.
In all, though, Mr. Payne does an amazing job of keeping both narratives interesting, so that the reader is kept paging through to the next installment of both stories. And he does it with language that would make your mama weep:
From behind the dikes, as from a hidden amphitheater, something like a cloud of smoke arises, green smoke shot through with flashing trails of red and yellow fire, and the smoke is birds, and the new sound, the overwhelming sound, is the chittering they make.
Lyrical and yet contemporary, this book is one that will ring through your head like the noise of a large black pot being struck.