Book Reviews

Junction Utah by Rebecca Lawton

Junction, Utah written by Rebecca Lawton and reviewed by Kathy Myers:

Madeline is a woman of few words. She chokes and stumbles awkwardly when asked to express her emotions. But put her on a river and it’s another story. Her actions speak louder than any words could express—she is in her element.

Rebecca Lawton has translated Madeline’s words and world in her first novel Junction, Utah and one can tell that she knows whereof she speaks. The river is a metaphor for danger, thrills, anger, and fear — four dominant emotions in Madeline’s “Seven Dwarves” of feeling words. In the midst of white water chaos and confusion she can avoid the reflective eddies of painful emotions: longing, sadness and grief. When she finally steps on shore and meets her unlikely match in Chris: a land locked farmer and self described ‘Jack Mormon’ who has been held underwater by his own grief, Madeline can finally add love to her emotional repertoire.

This book has a love line, but it is not a romance novel. Initially plots, subplots and characters, flashbacks and backstories come fast and furious in a confusion of whitewater that breaks over the bow of the story. But when it settles down to the connection between Madeline and Chris: with their mutual goal of protecting their beloved land and water, things become clearer— broad and determined like a large river moving to meet an inevitable sea.

This book provides a great example of including the setting as a character. Rebecca describes sensory details of Utah so vividly, it’s no wonder she has received recognition among western writers.

Which reminds me of a pet peeve of mine. We Petaluma writers can drive for twenty minutes and be at the western edge of our continent, and yet we aren’t classified as “western writers”. To get that designation we would need to take a two-hour plane ride east! As Jerry Seinfeld might say, “What’s up with that?”

Junction, UtahNote from Marlene: Here’s an excerpt of Becca Lawton’s brilliant and gorgeous writing:

“The floater’s face as I imagined it — puffy and hollow eyed — drifted in and out of my vision as I tried to sleep the night before reaching Warm Springs. Replaying mental tapes of the unfortunate corpse, I spun like a roast on a spit until nearly dawn.”

What do you think of this description of sleeplessness and replaying a mental image:  “. . .spun like a roast on a spit?”  I’m thinking, “Wow.”

 

 

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