Candles Burning [Paperback]

Tabitha King (Author), Ph.D., Michael McDowell (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: May 1, 2007

After her father's horrific murder, Calley Dakin and her mother find themselves exiled to Pensacola Beach, where a woman awaits their presence. A woman who understands that Calley is no normal little girl, but can't begin to imagine just how strong her bond is with her father-even after death.

Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly

Starred Review. A mix of magic realism and Southern gothic, this stunning collaboration between King (Survivor) and McDowell (The Elementals), who died in 1999, moves at a hypnotic pace, like an Alabama water moccasin slipping through black water. Set in the late 1950s, the narrative paints a bitingly bittersweet portrait of Calliope "Calley" Carroll Dakin, a seven-year-old child caught in a web of deceit, secrets and the supernatural. Calley, a little girl with big ears, can communicate with departed spirits. When one character asks Calley if she can hear the dead, she replies, "Yes, ma'am... but it ain't worth hearing." Or is it? After Calley's self-made father, Joe Cane Dakin, who owns a chain of car dealerships, is murdered in New Orleans in a botched kidnapping, the spirit voices come in handy because now Calley's in danger, too. Later, Roberta Ann, Calley's Southern-belle—from-hell mama who never let her husband forget his humble origins, takes the girl to a mysterious Pensacola B&B. There Calley's talents gradually enable her to find sweet justice for her daddy and to appreciate the pure delight of nature's revenge. (June)
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From Booklist

Seven-year-old Calley Dakin is thrown into the all-female whirlwind of her mother's family when her father is gruesomely murdered. The Carrolls fancy themselves Alabama aristocracy and scheme amongst themselves as well as with others to grab the wealth that undergirds the pretense. That scheming involves Calley, whose extraordinary ears hear not only the living but also the dead, whom she sometimes sees, too. She doesn't know she's the eye of the family storm, much less who she can trust, as she is carted from home to Grandmother Mamadee's to the Victorian house on the Gulf of Mexico in which she grows up. McDowell, who wrote the stories on which Beetlejuice and The Nightmare before Christmas are based, hadn't finished this lightly supernatural confection when he died in 1999. King completes it beautifully as to tone, aura, and flavor, and it's funny and intriguing, magnetically readable. Some may be disappointed, though, that in the end Calley is much less likable (she's a heartless liberal philanthropist) than triumphant. Ray Olson
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Product Details

• Paperback: 432 pages
• Publisher: Berkley (May 1, 2007)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0425215709
• ISBN-13: 978-0425215708
• Product Dimensions: 6.5 x 4 x 1.3 inches
• Shipping Weight: 7 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 3.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (31 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #955,608 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Thursday's child, third daughter of six, third child of eight.

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11 of 11 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars A finely crafted novel, July 17, 2006

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This review is from: Candles Burning (Hardcover)

My favorite short story is Michael McDowell's "Halley's Passing," about a serial killer who is so much more than he appears to be. Perhaps better known for his screenplays, McDowell was a masterful author of horror novels in the gothic tradition, including his Blackwater series, which stands collectively as a classic of the genre. He passed away in 1999, leaving behind an unfinished manuscript for CANDLES BURNING, which was to have been his penultimate novel.

Tabitha King, wife of Stephen King, is the author of a number of novels as well. The publication of this book occurs as the result of King's relationship with the McDowell family. She was given McDowell's manuscript and asked to complete the work. King is quite up front about what the novel is --- and what it's not. It is not, she tells us, the story that McDowell set out to write. This will disappoint some. What we have here though is a tale infused with southern gothic tradition and strategic strands of horror interwoven into the foundation of its tapestry.

It is said that every Southern family of means has a streak of madness that runs deep and long through it; CANDLES BURNING takes that truism and runs. Here, the family of means is the Carroll family, whose lineage intersects with the "no-account" Dakins family when Roberta Ann Carroll marries Joe Cane Dakin. There is a method to her madness; Joe Cane is one of the richest men in 1950s Alabama, the owner of a string of highly successful Ford auto dealerships. It is Dakin's success that indirectly leads to his downfall. Accompanied by his wife and their two children, Calley and Ford, Dakin attends an auto dealers' convention in New Orleans and is murdered in gruesome fashion. The family quickly finds itself bereft and destitute, none more so than Calley, who was her father's favorite even as her mother seems constantly to resent her.

After leaving Ford with her own mother, Roberta takes Calley to reside in an enigmatic resort home on Pensacola Beach, one with ties to Calley's past and heritage. King's prose and pacing are first rate; one is transported to a time and place that no longer exist --- the south of the mid-20th century --- while insanity dances in the shadows just out of sight. While CANDLES BURNING deals on the surface with Calley's coming of age, there is more than adolescent turbulence roiling in her heart. The truth about all --- Dakin's death, Calley's birthright --- is revealed in the end, with some help from an unexpected source. But it is King's triptych, as opposed to the final destination, that makes this book worth reading.

Ultimately CANDLES BURNING is somewhat reminiscent of Peter Straub's earlier work. The focus is not on horror, or even necessarily the supernatural, though some of the latter is present. The characterization is sharp, and more importantly, when you finish the book you truly will miss Calley --- so much so that you may well read this finely crafted work again and again.

--- Reviewed by Joe Hartlaub

12 of 14 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Riveting voice tells spooky southern gothic tale, June 7, 2006

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This review is from: Candles Burning (Hardcover)

A posthumous collaboration is particularly fitting for this atmospheric, sumptuously written tale of a girl who can speak with the dead.

After the death of horror writer Michael McDowell, Maine author (and wife of Stephen King) Tabitha King took up the task of finishing his last manuscript. The result will keep you up late and sweep you into a southern gothic world of family backstabbing, duplicity, and enigmatic spirits.

The narrator, Calliope "Calley" Carroll Dakin looks back from the present to open her story at age 7 in 1958 when her beloved father was murdered - tortured and smothered - by two witless women with no apparent motive. Calley opens with the line, "My father died unpleasantly," then explains that this is how her mother used to put it. It gives a pretty concise image of Calley's mother:

`My husband died,' she used to say, letting her voice catch before concluding, `unpleasantly.'
"Stepping on a wasp barefoot - that's unpleasant. A mouthful of sour milk - that's unpleasant. What happened to Daddy was no mere unpleasance."

Joe Cane Dakin was a self-made Alabama man with a passel of white trash relatives. His gorgeous wife, Roberta Ann Carroll Dakin, is a self-absorbed southern belle greedy for his money. She can barely abide her odd, big-eared daughter and delights in depriving her of anything she enjoys, particularly music.

But after Joe's murder, Roberta Ann's pampered life changes. Far from being rich, Joe leaves behind nothing but debts. Neither Calley nor her mother quite believe this but helpless Roberta Ann, suspected of hiring the women who killed her husband and hounded by her mother, Mamadee, flees Alabama with the help of an apparently kindly stranger.

In an Edsel that refuses to run out of gas Calley and her mother head to an isolated Pensacola Beach inn, which, peculiarly, seems to be a replica of Roberta Ann's grandmother's house, which burned down mysteriously long before Calley was born. The proprietor, Merry Verlow, offers refuge - with conditions.

Miz Verlow, as Calley calls her, takes a strong interest in the girl and protects her from her spiteful, cutting mother. But there's nothing warm and fuzzy about Miz Verlow. Apropos of nothing she bids Calley goodnight on their first evening, saying, "Where do little girls get it into their heads that they are supposed to be happy? There are other things that are so much more important for little girls."

While the reader - and Calley - know Miz Verlow has her own private motives, Calley grows to love her, even suspects she might love her more than she does her own Mama, whose feet she massages every night. Miz Verlow opens a world of knowledge to her - through books, the well-assorted guests, and her own herb gathering. Calley soaks up knowledge like it was mother's milk. And Miz Verlow turns a blind eye to Calley's eavesdropping, which is how she gets most of her information about the grown-up human world.

Strange occurrences, from peculiar found objects to enigmatic ghosts, are commonplace, slotting into place like bits of a puzzle that grows exponentially, adding new riddles. Calley's world is on shifting sands, like the dunes where she finds a solitary refuge. Adults are unpredictable and some of those who take an interest in her actively dislike children, while the voices of the dead are fragmentary at best.

The fact that Calley narrates from a grown and knowledgeable place does not make the child Calley's voice any less immediate. The intensity of the child's trauma and fears and joys comes through with a vividness memory can't soften, while distance allows the adult Calley to supply information unavailable to the child.

Steeped in Southern manners and manipulation, rich in language and the slippery elusiveness of character, this is a literary ghost story with rare power.

--Portsmouth Herald

9 of 10 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars A fitting tribute, and a strong novel on its own . . . worth 4.5, July 17, 2006

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Alesha N. Gates "Christian, Mother, Daughter,... (Mississippi) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Candles Burning (Hardcover)

Once again, I pine for the half-star rating, but alas . . . This is a novel that will undoubtedly read differently to those who are fans of the authors than to those who are reading one (or both) for the first time. Since I am in the former category, that is the perspective of my review.

I'm a Michael McDowell fan. It began when I was 8 and saw my entire family reading *Blackwater*, but the privilege was refused to me due to my youth. At 30, I had a vague memory of a character named Elinor rising up out of black water. So, I called my aunt, and she forraged through her gigantic library to dig up the books. McDowell's writing has a grace that is missing in most horror writers, with a gentle sensibility. You like his villains, and you're never quite sure about his heroes.

*Candles Burning*, especially its beginning, has echoes of other McDowell works. There is the senseless crime committed by two remorseless, rather dull women who cannot explain WHY they are compelled to do such a thing (shades of Katie Slopes & kin in *Katie*), there is the unkind mother-in-law who makes the cliche seem mild by comparison (*Amulet*), the cold and distant mother who has little compassion for her children, beyond the way they define and serve her (*Mary Love Caskey*) and of course, the tightly knitted Southern family that smiles at the dinner table while plotting mass destruction underneath (*Blackwater*, again). Nostalgic, eerie and more than a little disturbing, the beginning reminded me why I like McDowell's work so much.

As Calley begins to age, you can slowly feel Tabitha King's voice begin to take the lead. It's truly an easy transition, and her affection for McDowell is apparent in the way that the story is allowed to ease fluidly in a new direction. The revelation of Calley's "ability" is paced as well. Far from being *SLOW*, the pace reveals an art almost lost in the modern novel (save a precious few, Wolfe & Tartt among them) who understand that not every novel needs to develop at warp speed.

The ending leaves a lot to the reader. It is apparent that Calley grows up and grows older, but much about her life is deliberately obscured (an ending that fits well with the style of both authors). Both Calley and her brother Ford are happy, and that brings a satisfaction of its own.

In some ways, I greatly wish that McDowell had lived to finish this work on his own. Calley would probably have been a little less likeable - his books never seem to carry a hero or heroine that isn't flawed and unlikeable in some way. And yet, it is also a tribute that wouldn't ring quite as true otherwise - such as the appearance of the child "Michael" in the final pages of the book.

In the end, *Candles Burning* has the brilliance of a candle in a dark room, and the sentiment of a candle lit in memoriam of a talent lost, but not forgotten.