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The year is 1943 and life is good for Jewel Hilburn, her husband, Leston, and
their five children. Although there's a war on, the Mississippi economy is
booming, providing plenty of business for the hardworking family. And even the
news that eldest son James has enlisted is mitigated by the fact that Jewel, now
pushing 40, is pregnant with one last child. Her joy is slightly clouded,
however, when her childhood friend Cathedral arrives at the door with a
troubling prophecy: "I say unto you that the baby you be carrying be yo'
hardship, be yo' test in this world. This be my prophesying unto you, Miss
Jewel."
When the child is finally born, it seems that Cathedral's prediction was
empty: the baby appears normal in every way. As the months go by, however, Jewel
becomes increasingly afraid that something is wrong with little Brenda Kay--she
doesn't cry, she doesn't roll over, she's hardly ever awake. Eventually husband
and wife take the baby to the doctor and are informed that she is a "Mongolian
Idiot," not expected to live past the age of 2. Jewel angrily rebuffs the
doctor's suggestion that they institutionalize Brenda Kay. Instead the Hilburns
shoulder the burdens--and discover the unexpected joys--of living with a Down's
syndrome child.
Bret Lott has written a novel that spans decades, follows the lives of
several characters, and cuts back and forth between Mississippi and California.
Given these challenges, a lesser writer might lose focus. Lott, however, has
wisely chosen to keep his eye trained on Jewel--a narrator who is smart,
perceptive, and above all, honest. He has also bucked the trend toward political
correctness by allowing his characters to think, feel, and talk the way white
Mississippians of that era would have. ("Mongolian Idiot," "nigger," "cracker,"
and "buck" are just a few of the epithets sprinkled throughout the text.) The
language may be discomforting to some readers. Few will deny, however, that Bret
Lott has crafted a clan that is all heart in this bittersweet paean to the
enduring strength of familial love. --Margaret Prior
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