Southern
fiction often reminds us that evil exists where we least expect to find it and
that we let our guards down at our own risk.
Wiley Cash’s disturbing debut novel, A
Land More Kind Than Home, set deep inside the rural North Carolina of the
mid-eighties, takes this approach. There
is plenty of evilness in Cash’s story, and most of it is buried in one
charismatic preacher’s heart.
Sometimes
nine-year-old Jess Hall, even though he has an older brother, feels like he is
the oldest child in the family. His
brother, who carries the unfortunate nickname “Stump,” is severely autistic and
has never spoken. Jess loves Stump
dearly and has routinely assumed the burden of watching out for his brother
when the two of them are outdoors on their own.
But one day Jess cannot protect Stump from the evil that has entered
their home. And, although Jess curses
the momentary cowardice that led him to run off and abandon Stump to his fate,
he will fail Stump one more time – with tragic consequences.
Wiley Cash |
A Land More Kind Than
Home
explores the power of deeply held religious faith to blind true believers to
the evil within those whom they trust the most.
Pastor Chambliss, whose church the boys’ mother attends, has a
criminally checkered past and is not a man to tolerate people spying on
him. Unfortunately, Jess and Stump, who
greatly enjoy the thrill of spying on adults, inadvertently do spy on the
preacher one day, with lasting consequences that will impact their entire
community.
This
is a story of good vs. evil, one that explores what can happen when evil is
allowed to have its way unchallenged. It
is about a community’s responsibility to protect its children even when their
mother fails to do so. It is about
secrets, the kind that can get people killed, ruin marriages, or allow one man callously
to exploit for decades those who trust him most. It is Southern fiction at its
best, and Wiley Cash has claimed a well-deserved spot for himself within the
genre.
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