(Posted for Ann Roberts)
Phillip Depoy is a mystery writer after my own heart, combining folklore, folk art, academic fraud, a traveling side show, snake handling, and murder through a beautifully written story set in the Appalachian region of Georgia. As Fever Devlin (love the name) leaves his academic job in the big city to return to his mountain roots, he is greeted by a corpse on the front porch of the old family home. In an effort to figure out who the man is and why he was killed, Fever and his longtime friend and officer of the law, Skidmore Needle (again, love the name), uncover some tawdry details of Fever’s parent’s lives that reach all the way into the academic world that he came from. While I figured out “who dunnit” long before the story ended, it was writing such as this that kept me turning the pages:
“Even though I tried to hold them back, memories flooded my mind like the icy torrents that plunged down from the high rocks…image after image of my parents played in the theatre of my head, looped and twisted, Mobiuslike and dreaming. There were disappearing boxes, loud raucous songs, eerie shadows made by the footlights-a vile serpent twining up the forbidden tree of my mother’s leg”.
How fantastic is that?!! I’ll be reading more of Phillip Depoy.
Paperback, 268 pages