It’s where a whole new brand of confinement and brutality begins.įlash forward to the present, and we see that Jeannine is now a badass lawyer living in New York. A little motorboat scuttles over to her, but this isn’t where the horror ends for Jeannine. A child atop the makeshift island that had previously been the roof of her home. Then, when the hurricane hit, she was left even more remarkably alone, as her family’s one remainder. Growing up in the 9th Ward as a mixed-race child, her life was pockmarked with tumult all overshadowed by Jeannine feeling like she was smack dab between the identities of both races. She was born in New Orleans, in one of the areas that was hit the worst by Katrina’s flooding waters. Just ask Jeannine, one of this novel’s key heroes. Remember Katrina? She was not a hospitable host. Not to mention, voodoo, armies of the undead, and hurricanes. Wood’s novel, Bayou Whispers, it can also extend a trove of darkness. However, it isn’t all piss stops and Butt Thangs. That CD rarely left the radio for the rest of our long trip. I’d never heard an accordion sound so seductive. Holy shit, it was like haunted polka draped in a mist of funk. Understandably intrigued, I got back to the car and we threw it in. Stepping into the recesses I noticed a CD. I suddenly had to see a man about a mule (it had been a long drive). As we ticked through a marsh that felt like a roiled translation of purgatory, we’d grown tired of all the CDs we had in the car. One January, many moons ago, I was in Louisiana with my friend Jim.
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