Alabama fundamentalists wage a holy war against a local truck stop in Pruett's evocative but flawed debut. Comely widow Hattie Bohannon already has her hands full running her new truck stop, dealing with her four unruly girls and fending off the (partially welcome) advances of Sheriff Paul Dodd. Now she has a new worry: the Church of the Holy Resurrection, led by sex-starved Bible-thumper Rev. Martin Peterson, has exposed her eldest daughter Jessamine's adulterous affair with a church member. To Reverend Peterson and his flock, Jessamine is a "prostitute," and the truck stop is a den of iniquity, better off shut down in favor of a "steakhouse for families administered by Christians." But Hattie is determined to keep her business afloat, even if it means capitulating in personal battles with her daughters and Sheriff Dodd. Pruett vividly captures the sweat-soaked atmosphere of the Bible Belt, but sometimes her language is so larded with imagery that it's incomprehensible ("Jewell... felt a twinge, like a loose tooth hanging by a thread, only it was hanging somewhere in her midsection, close to the ribs"). She switches arbitrarily between first- and third-person chapters; when the characters narrate, they sound unnaturally highbrow ("My virginity vanished quickly, not in a progression of stumbling steps"). It's hard to get a grip on these folk, several of whom, like the Reverend Petersen's coolly elegant, ecstatically pious, Eve-worshipping wife, Stelle, seem a collection of traits that don't quite hang together. Though Pruett constructs the novel as a contest between church and truck stop, she shows so little sympathy for the Reverend and his congregation that the violent, bitter conclusion seems foregone.
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From Library Journal
As a new widow, the capable Hattie Bohannon does not wallow in self-pity but knows that she must get busy and make a living for herself and her four daughters. Seeing that the good citizens of Alabama's Ruby River Valley could use some old-fashioned cooking away from home, she opens a truck stop. All goes smoothly until the church ladies and the minister of the Pentecostal Church of the Resurrection get wind of the fact that, unbeknownst to Hattie, some truckers are also being served in the truck stop parking lot by the local prostitute. That Hattie's teenage daughters begin to get in a bit of sexual trouble, too, doesn't help matters. When war on the truck stop is declared from the pulpit, all hell breaks loose. In her debut novel, Pruett writes evocatively, even poetically, of the South, fully drawing characters whose varied points of view are presented in chapters bearing their names. Her amusing descriptions offer lovely surprises and good reading. Fans of Fannie Flagg's Fried Green Tomatoes will enjoy. Highly recommended for all fiction collections. Sheila Riley, Smithsonian Inst. Libs., Washington, DC
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