


Years in a clinic until she gets a stake for a car then a glimpse of the cruel, stupid family life of a high school acquaintance propels her away. Says it was the best trade she ever made she thinks Taylor hung the moon "and plugged in all the stars." Raised on such esteem, Taylor is not about to settle for what Pittman has to offer. Taylor's father ran off when her mother, against his wishes, got pregnant. Picking up the walnut crop, and so must go to school bearing the marks of the lower caste, their hands blackened from the stain in the husks. Taylor Greer is the daughter of a woman who works as a cleaning lady in the finer homes of Pittman, Ky., and is herself a "nutter" - one of those teen-agers who work It is the Southern novel taken west, its colors as translucent and polished as one of those slices of rose agate from a desert rock shop.Ī great deal of this effect can be traced to Ms. Its author is a poet, a Kentuckian who, like her main character, Taylor Greer, has transplanted herself to Tucson, and her book is a strange new combination: branchy and dense,Įach of its stories packed with microstories, and yet the whole as clear as air. Is as richly connected as a fine poem, but reads like realism. From the title of her novel to its ending, every little scrap of event or observation is used, reused, revivified with sympathetic vibrations. I say it? Barbara Kingsolver doesn't waste a single overtone. And it is extremely rare to find the two gifts in one writer. It is one thing to create a vivid and realistic scene, and it is quite another to handle the harmonics of many such scenes, to cause all the images and implications to work together. Is insisting on wearing her coat, regardless of the 80-degree weather, because it's January, the tiny moment gains tremendous resonance. Grandmother has spent her entire stay in Arizona finding fault with Tucson for being so dry, with Lou Ann for moving so far away and marrying a "heathern" Mexican and with the heathern for working on Sundays, and that the old woman When you know that the old woman is the paternal grandmother, visiting from Kentucky, of one Lou Ann Ruiz, and that this Intransigence of a stubborn old woman in those verbs, and the darkness of fate and motive in that heavy black sleeve. This, for example, from page 59: "Her old hand pawed the air for a few seconds before Ivy silently caught it and corralled it in the heavy black sleeve." Even when the line is quoted out of context, we can see in it the clumsy animal

On any page of this accomplished first novel, you can find a striking image or fine dialogue or a telling bit of drama. She Hung the Moon and Plugged in All the Stars By JACK BULTERĪrbara Kingsolver can write.
