Thursday, August 22, 2013

Big Cherry Holler

Perhaps there’s something about an author’s first book but there was something magical about Big Stone Gap the first in author Adriana Trigiani’s Blue Ridge Trilogy. It contained zingers like ‘he made Levi’s sing’, unfortunately for the smitten lover the hunk proved to be gay. Four-Fifths of the way through book two I put it away because I just couldn’t stand it anymore. Her writing had descended into the lowest level of Harlequin Romance Dime Store chic. The Blue Ridge is hardly a hotbed for woman’s liberation but Italy would seem to be the least likely alternative.

If you’re going to have a summer affair for comfort while the wife’s away don’t leave love notes in your pockets. And Italian women have hot tempers. I’ve read and heard about married couples throwing the dinnerware at one another but I was raised too poor and practical-minded to ever think of doing such a thing.

What comes through most vividly when Ave returns to the Gap is how stultifying and claustrophobic life in a small community can be when anonymity is impossible.

**Spoiler Alert**

What could be more embarrassing:

Your husband invites his Italian rival to dinner
They immediately hit it off like long-lost buddies
Your nine-year-old daughter is smitten with the guy
The town’s most inveterate gossip walks in in the middle of dinner.

As he of the singing Levis who calls in the middle of all this says, sexual tension is not a disease. It’s that kind of book.

Now how long before I read Milk Glass Moon?

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