Home Across the Road

Overview

With the simple, evocative grace of her nationally acclaimed debut novel, Life Without Water, Nancy Peacock has created a poignant story of two families -- one black, one white -- and the North Carolina house that binds their lives together for more than a hundred years.

In 1861, Roseberry was the plantation home of the white Redds; the black Redds were one of the slave families who worked there. In 1971, Roseberry stands empty, a wisteria vine growing through the dining room ...

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Overview

With the simple, evocative grace of her nationally acclaimed debut novel, Life Without Water, Nancy Peacock has created a poignant story of two families -- one black, one white -- and the North Carolina house that binds their lives together for more than a hundred years.

In 1861, Roseberry was the plantation home of the white Redds; the black Redds were one of the slave families who worked there. In 1971, Roseberry stands empty, a wisteria vine growing through the dining room window, and China Redd, who worked in the house for half a century, is ready to die.

But first she has a story to tell. Not the one recorded by Lydia Redd, the matron of the house, in her own book, beginning with the earrings, the selling if Cleavis, and the curse, and ending with the death of Coyle, the last of the white Redds. If she has nothing else from the forty-seven years of work in a house where nothing was her own, she has this story.

Moving effortlessly back and forth in time through the parallel legends of the Redd families, Home Across the Road is a beautiful, haunting, and timeless drama that touches your heart and soul.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Fine storytelling."
-- Booklist

"An amiable family saga -- fascinating, full of personality and a portrait of life across five generations, told with genuine vigor."
-- Kirkus Reviews

"Employing simple prose that possesses a rhythmic, repetitive, almost Biblical cadence, Peacock retells and revises these multigenerational stories in a fascinating palimpsest."
-- The New York Times Book Review

Praise for Nancy Peacock's Life Without Water:
A New York Times Notable Book, 1996

"Nancy Peacock takes on -- and succeeds at -- the daunting task of re-creating an era that's extremely tricky to get right."
-- The New York Times Book Review

"An auspicious debut by a brilliantly original artist."
-- Lee Smith, author of Fair and Tender Ladies and Saving Grace

"Nancy Peacock performs quiet wonders."
-- The Washington Post Book World

"Both wise and forgiving."
-- Kirkus Reviews

"Clear, direct, and emotion-packed, a book of narrative brilliance and visual poetry."
-- Clyde Edgerton, author of Raney and Where Trouble Sleeps

"Tender, evocative debut novel ... a rich narrative."
-- Publishers Weekly

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The devastating legacy of slavery inexorably shapes the lives of two North Carolina families over a century of changing race relations in Peacock's second novel, after the praised Life Without Water. Tracing the history of Roseberry, a Southern plantation owned by the white Redd family and worked by the black Redds, the novel reaches back to 1855, when plantation master Jennis Redd raped and impregnated slave Cally. This event engenders the primary story of resistance passed down the generations of black Redds: Cally's six-year-old son by Jennis is sold away by the jealous plantation mistress, Lula Anne, who falsely accuses the boy of stealing a pair of her abalone earrings. Mourning her child, Cally herself steals the earrings, and after that, the white Redd children die while the black Redd children grow up strong and healthy. The earrings, kept hidden for decades, become a magical symbol of hope and fear, even after the black Redds gain their freedom and buy property just across the road from Roseberry. But China Redd, born free in 1912, has been a servant at Roseberry almost her entire life, and in 1971, she's outlived the white family and wants to tell her bitter story. Although a heartfelt and thoroughly imagined effort, the book inscribes the black Redds' legacy of memories and survivors' stories in an incantatory, sing-song narration that quickly grows tiresome. The circular plot repeats the extended metaphor of the earrings incessantly. Other recurring motifs include the searing image of attic stairs worn down where slaves climbed them for decades, and Cally's husband Tom's legendary "bone-chilling sigh" of sorrow that sweeps through Roseberry every summer. Of the dozens of often sketchy characters, the main speaker China and her granddaughter Abolene do eventually redeem the painful complexities of their family's history by using their stories to sustain a fragile yet enduring hope for the future. (Nov.) Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
China Redd, great-granddaughter of a slave named Cally, has cooked and cleaned for the white branch of the Redd family for nearly 50 years, and the story she narrates is composed of much she was told and more that she witnessed. Although much of her story is familiar and stereotypical (a plantation patriarch siring children with a slave woman as well as his wife; African American women's belief in symbols and talismans), much is deeply felt and completely realized. The preeminent talisman is a pair of earrings, whose original black owner was Cally, that can bring good luck only by remaining hidden. The novel begins with Cally and extends to China's granddaughter (named for the stone in the earrings), and her daughter, Cally. With the scope, but not the length, of an epic, Peacock's (Life Without Water) second novel is a page turner. Buy for collections of serious fiction.--Judith Kicinski, Sarah Lawrence Coll. Lib., Bronxville, NY Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
An amiable family saga set on a plantation in the Old and New South—replete with lust, theft, miscegenation, snobbery, betrayal, and many other traditional family values—by North Carolina novelist Peacock (Life Without Water, 1996). It's almost natural to expect old houses to be haunted, especially grand old houses and most especially in the South. Roseberry, the Redd family plantation in North Carolina, is not quite baroque enough to make the Snopeses feel at home, but it has its secrets and it hides them pretty well from the outside world. China Redd, the family housekeeper, seems to know them better than anyone. She's a direct descendant of Cally Redd, a black slave who bore the son of Roseberry's white owner Jennis Redd. When Jennis's jealous wife has Cally's son sold off the plantation while he's still a young boy, Cally steals a pair of abalone earrings from Mrs. Redd in revenge. The earrings are secretly passed down from one generation to the next and become a kind of totem of independence for the (black) Redd family, asserting their secret autonomy from their white master in the big house across the road. Three generations after Cally, China Redd works at Roseberry, cleaning and cooking for white people who are actually distant cousins of hers. By the time she's an old woman, the plantation is owned by solitary Coyle Redd, a lonely bachelor who despised his abusive and hates the home he grew up in. Coyle puts Roseberry up for auction and buys himself a Winnebago, thereby ending the history of the Redds of Roseberry once and for all—or so he supposes. But China is still in the house across the road, and the abalone earrings has passed on to her new granddaughter,Cally Redd. Not as sentimental as it could have been, Peacock's saga is actually a fascinating, carefully drawn portrait of life across five generations, full of personality and told with genuine vigor.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553381023
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/27/2001
  • Edition description: BANTAM TRA
  • Pages: 256
  • Product dimensions: 4.94 (w) x 7.00 (h) x 0.68 (d)

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China

In 1973, China Redd was waiting to die. She was sixty-one years old and had been waiting to die for two years now, waiting even though death would not come. Death would not come even though China's eyes were rheumy and clouded, even though her back was bent and frail. Even though her hands shook and her breath felt shallow, like it wasn't getting down into her body, like the air wasn't going to all the places that a breath is supposed to go.

Her granddaughter, Abolene, told her that she wasn't sick. The doctor put the cold round disc of the stethoscope against the bones of China's thin brown chest and declared her healthy as a hog.

Young, both of them. What would they know about dying or about the tiredness she felt in her bones and her soul?

Only China Redd knew how it felt to be inside her body and she had spent sixty-one years inside that body, forty-four of them asking hardly anything but work out of it, asking nothing but work from her hands and her bones and her back and her arms.

The work began in 1926, on the day she turned fourteen, when China Redd followed her mother down the narrow dirt-packed track leading from their home and into the oak-lined driveway of the home across the road.

China Redd was tall enough, even then, to reach the key that hung off a string from the new light fixture on the back porch of the big house called Roseberry. She slipped the key into the lock, turned the knob and stepped into the dark kitchen. China could feel its space all around her and her mother picked up her hand and guided it along the wall, showing her the push-button switch that flooded the kitchen with modern electric light.

At age fourteen China started working for the white Redds in the big old house called Roseberry. At age fourteen China Redd began a lifetime of mornings spent cracking eggs into a bowl and brewing coffee and spreading softened butter across bread that was toasted the color of her skin.

For forty-four years China slid a key into a lock and let herself into a back door. She scrubbed Roseberry's floors and polished its silver and watched its babies grow up and leave home. She rinsed out washtubs and bathtubs and cooked and folded laundry and swept and vacuumed. She had seen its weddings and its showers, its wakes and its funerals. She had seen its bridge games and Christmas parties and Easter dinners. She had fed and bathed and wiped the noses of children that were never her own and now, as China Redd waited to die, the big old house called Roseberry stood as empty as she felt herself to be.

Windows were broken out and doors left ajar. Floors that China had shined were now scuffed and dulled with films of dust and dirt. Names of teenagers were spray painted across cracked plaster walls. Dishes were broken and scattered across the cracked gray linoleum of the kitchen floor, and sitting in an open cabinet was a fluted white bowl with a bird's nest cupped inside.

In the dining room of Roseberry, a wisteria vine had broken through the window and twined itself around the very table legs that China had crawled on her hands and knees to polish. It wound itself around chairs and crawled across the mahogany table, and trapped inside its jungle were the dishes of Coyle Redd's last meal, still crusted with food that China had cooked.

It seemed to China that nothing she had ever done mattered anymore, if it had ever mattered at all. Not one pan that had been carefully washed, not one stain gotten out of a white linen shirt, not one wrinkle ironed out of slacks or sheets—none of it mattered now.

Children grew up and went away, sometimes forever, sometimes to places unknown, sometimes for reasons that could never be understood. No doubt Abolene would be leaving soon, leaving and taking China's great-grandbaby and all the life of the house with her. Soon China's house would be left as empty as Roseberry was left on the day that Coyle Redd died.

Coyle Redd was the last of the white Redds and he was gone forever now. He was gone and China's own son, Earnest, had vanished one day eighteen years earlier and there wasn't any reason to hope anymore that he would come home. China was tired of waiting for him but she didn't know anything else.

China didn't know anything else but waiting. All her life she had waited on the needs of the white Redds. When Earnest was a child she had waited on his stuttering words to form a sentence. When he had disappeared she had waited for him to come home but there was no point in that now, so instead she waited to die.

She would wake up in the mornings and creak her legs over the edge of the bed, testing the floor with her feet. If the soles of China's feet felt the hard braid of the rug, then China knew it was another day and she asked God how much longer.

"How much longer?" she would say as she crept down the hallway and into the bathroom and eased herself down onto the toilet. "How much longer?" she would say as she sat in a rickety white chair at the kitchen table and nibbled a few bites of the breakfast that Abolene cooked for her. "How much longer?" China would ask as she pushed the plate away.

In 1973, Abolene was nineteen years old and the spitting image of her father. She was tall and strong with thick, heavy veins roping across the backs of her hands. She had Earnest's almond-colored skin. She had his deep-set eyes. She had thin elegant fingers, the same as China remembered Earnest's to be. Abolene even had the same cocky walk as Earnest, the same prideful stride that had so often gotten him into trouble with the white men in town. China couldn't help but think of Earnest when she looked at Abolene.

Every morning Abolene set a cup of hot black coffee in front of her grandmother and asked, "Is today the day?"

"I don't think so," China would say. "I don't think He's going to take me today. Maybe tomorrow."

Waiting to die was slow work. There was nothing to do to speed up the process. Nothing that China wanted to do, anyway. So she waited and she thought and she remembered.

After breakfast China Redd would move from the kitchen to the front room where she would slowly sink into the couch. She would shift from side to side, trying to get away from the broken spring that poked its way through the scratchy blue upholstery. If she could see through the window that the weather was nice, China would pull herself up from the couch and shuffle to the porch. She would sit in the old La-Z-Boy recliner and tug at her housedress, lifting first one cheek and then the other, finally nodding to Abolene, who would raise the lever that kicked out the little shelf for China's feet. Abolene would drape an old yellow blanket across her grandmother. She would tuck the edges in around China's spindly legs. She would ask, "Is it okay?"

China nodded.

A few minutes later Abolene would come out on the porch again, wearing her brown K&W Cafeteria uniform and her white nurse's shoes.

"Okay?" she would ask again.

China would nod.

"Give Great-granny a kiss," Abolene would say to her two-year-old daughter, and China would feel the child's sticky lips against her too-soft cheek. She would watch them drive away together in the old dented Valiant that Abolene had bought with her own money.

The car would dust along the driveway and then turn onto the road. The tires would swoosh along the pavement and soon even the engine couldn't be heard and it was quiet and it was just China sitting on the porch in the old La-Z-Boy recliner.

She gazed across the field in front of her. China stared beyond the cows that were grazing there. Her eyes went past the dew-covered spiderwebs that were spread across the grass every morning, like a thousand tossed handkerchiefs gleaming in the bright early light. Her gaze went over the two-lane blacktop, past the chain that blocked the entrance, along the oak trees and the rutted driveway and the weed-choked walkway and up the old gray steps to the porch of Roseberry.

There was no one left alive that knew Roseberry like China Redd. She could recall seeing that house painted white with gray shutters one year and gray with white shutters another. China could recall seeing that house painted in just about every kind of way and she could recall seeing that house with no paint at all when she was a little girl and Roseberry stood across the road, rustic and brown and weatherworn, just like her own little house, just as rustic and brown and weatherworn as it was now.

There were lots of stories about Roseberry, none of them true as far as China could tell. Those stories circulated the town and the county like the ghosts that they were. Those stories were published, published like they were real, published in a book called The Legends of Roseberry, written by a woman named Lydia Redd, one of the white women that China had worked for during her life.

When the book was published, it had been China who had served at the party Lydia Redd threw for herself. It was 1965, the year before Abolene's mother died. The year before twelve-year-old Abolene left her home in Wake County to come and live with China in Chatham.

China remembers clearly standing in the kitchen of Roseberry, arranging celery sticks and slices of cheese and carrot strips across a glass platter. She remembers clearly hearing the squeak of the swinging door behind her as one of the guests pushed his way through. She remembers the footsteps and the soft pad of shoe leather on linoleum and the way that he came to lean against the counter beside her.

"Mrs. Redd tells me that you're descended from the slaves that worked this plantation," he said. He picked up a piece of celery and crunched down on it. "Is that true?"

"That's true," China said but that was all she would say. In 1965, China Redd didn't want to talk and even if she had wanted to talk she wouldn't have expected to be heard.

China Redd had stories inside of her, stories that clawed at her throat like an untreated virus, stories that would probably never see the pages of a book, but books were not what made things true.

China Redd knew that her stories were true. She knew it from the earrings that she had in her own possession, and if that wasn't enough, there was a picture inside of Lydia Redd's book of those very same earrings, earrings that China's great-grandmother had stolen from the white Redds.

China's great-grandmother was born in a small cabin behind the big house called Roseberry. China's great-grandmother was a woman named Cally, born with brown skin and blue eyes. But those eyes were not blue on the day that she was buried.

If someone had asked how such a thing was possible, China would have told the truth. She would have said it is only grief that can change the color of a woman's eyes.

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Reading Group Guide

1. What role do the family stories serve for both Redd families? Whose stories are closer to the truth -- and why?

2. When Earnest and Julia move to another city, why doesn't China go with them? Couldn't she find a job and a home closer to her family? What keeps her at the old home?

3. Why is it so hard for China to let go of Earnest? What does he represent to her?

4. When black laborers are assigned to cut back the wisteria growing along Roseberry, a legend emerges that the wisteria has simply stopped growing. What does this say about the regard of the white Redds for the black Redds' work around the plantation?

5. What is the significance of the Roseberry estate to China? Why does she stay on after the rest of her family has left?

6. What finally makes Coyle distance himself from Jenny Wolfe? What is he trying to keep himself from experiencing?

7. China was a major figure in Coyle's life. What prevented him from treating China better than his parents had?

8. Why didn't Lydia or Coyle tell China or Abolene about Martin Luther King's assassination? What do you think they were afraid of?

9. What does Home Across the Road say about ownership -- of possessions, of land, and of people? What makes the characters in this story feel attached to the land? To the possessions at Roseberry? How does this motivate their behavior throughout the years?

10. Why do you think China is ready to die once Abolene's daughter is born? Why is that the turning point for China?

11. What keeps China from telling her story, since it's been nagging at her for so long? It's a story few people know. Why doesn't she write it down or talk to a reporter about it?

12. Why is Coyle so eager to get rid of all of those possessions at the end of the story?

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