Homeplace

Homeplace

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by Anne Rivers Siddons
     
 

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After twenty-one years Micah (Mike) Winship is making the big move--she's going home for a visit. She hasn't been back since 1963, when her father threw her out, but now he is dying and asking for her. And although she is armed with her succesful journalism career and the strength found after her divorce, she is nearing forty and her sophisticated urban lifestyle

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After twenty-one years Micah (Mike) Winship is making the big move--she's going home for a visit. She hasn't been back since 1963, when her father threw her out, but now he is dying and asking for her. And although she is armed with her succesful journalism career and the strength found after her divorce, she is nearing forty and her sophisticated urban lifestyle is falling apart.

Heading home, Mike is unprepared for a past that has lain in wait for her--one that includes an old love, a spoiled sister, and a plot to seize her family's land. And in trying to understand her long-forgotten self, she learns at last those lessons best learned early about love and loss, family and forgiveness, and the undeniable need for a place called home.

Editorial Reviews

Washington Post Book World
Siddons is a fine teller of tales.
Atlanta Journal & Constitution
Powerful, sensitive...You won't want to miss Homeplace.
Pat Conroy
Anne Rivers Siddons...writes with such astonishing lyrical beauty that you will want to read it aloud to everyone you ever loved.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061011412
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
06/28/2003
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
432
Sales rank:
286,588
Product dimensions:
4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 1.08(d)

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Chapter One

Even before she opened her eyes, the child was afraid. Coming out of sleep, she was not sure where she was, only that it was wrong. She should not be in this place. He would be very angry. She was eight years old, and she had been afraid of him all of her life.

She lay still and listened, and heard the rain. The rain came riding on a vast gray wind, to pepper the flat tin roof and sing in the tops of the black-green pines in the woods across the road from the cabin. Over it, much nearer at hand, she heard the chink of the iron poker in the cooling fireplace, and the visceral, thumping wail of the Atlanta jigaboo station on the radio Rusky had given J. W. for Christmas.

Without opening her eyes, the child burrowed her head under the flaccid feather pillow and dragged the quilt closer around her. Her body was warm in the piled nest of quilts and blankets Rusky had heaped over her during the night, but her feet were icy and her nightgown must be up around her neck, because her legs were cold up to her thighs. She took a deep breath, inhaling musty bedclothes and the ashy, dark smell the cabin always had, made up of smoke from the fireplace and the smell of Rusky and J. W. themselves. It was not sweat, though that was part of it, it was more, was the fecund essence of the Cromies, who lived in the sagging cabin behind the big house on Pomeroy Street. It was a rich smell, deep and complicated, somehow very old, the essence of all Negroes Mike had ever known.

"Why do Nigras smell like ashes?" she had asked Rusky once.

"'Cause dey spends so much time tendin' to white folkses' fires," Rusky said, thumping the iron down onthe ironing board in the big, square, sweet-steamed kitchen. "And 'cause de Lord give 'em that smell, same as he give you a smell like a new li'l ol' puppy. Kindly of sweet and sour at the same time. It ain't polite to ax folks why they smells like they does, Mike. It hurts they feelings."

"Are your feelings hurt?"

"Naw, but I'm yo' family. Don't you go axin' nobody outside yo' family why they smells like they does. "

"Why are you my family if you're black and I'm white?"

"Go on, now, I got to finish this arnin' and get on to them beans, or ain't none of you gon' get any supper. You just axin' questions to hear yourself talk. "

The child's name was Micah Winship. She did not want to open her eyes, to lose the cocoon of the bed and the covers. She drifted for a space of time, her legs and feet drawn up to her body, willing Rusky to remain silent, but she did not.

"Git up, Mike. Time to go over yonder an' start breakfast. You know you daddy don't know you over here.

"I don't want to get up."

"I don't care what you wants. You really be in a fix if he come back from his walk an' fin' you over here with me. I promise him the las' time I ain't gon' bring you home with me no more. He like to fire me if he catch you sleepin' over here with me, an' then what you all gon' do?"

"I don't care. I'm not going to get up.

"You promise me las' night after that nightmare an' all that hollerin' you doin' that you get up when I call you if I let you come home with me. Big girl like you, in the third grade, yellin' an' hollerin' like that. Git up, now. Move yo' self."

"I don't have to. You can't make me."

"Well, I know somebody what can make you, an' right quick, too. Come on, J. W. We gon' go tell Mr. John Mike over here in the baid an' we cain't git her out."

"Aw, Mama . . . " J. W. said from the shed room off the cabin's main room, where he slept winter and summer.

"I'm gon' out dis door, Mike, J. W.," Rusky said, and slammed it to emphasize her words.

"Wait!" Mike shrieked, jumping out of the cocoon of covers and rummaging blindly for her blue jeans and sweater. Fear leaped like brush fire. "Wait for me, Rusky! I'm coming . . . don't tell him!"

"Don't tell who what?" said Derek Blessing, and Mike awoke finally and abruptly, and sat up in the great bed in Derek's crow's nest of a bedroom atop the beach house on Potato Road, in Sagaponack, Long Island. Rain on a tin roof and the sough of the wind in the sweet pines of Lytton, Georgia, became the residual spatter of the sullen, departing northeaster and the boom of the surf on the beach, and the acid smell of Rusky Cromie's moribund fire became the first breath of the resurrected one in Derek's freestanding Swedish fireplace. J.W.'s radioed Little Richard became Bruce Springsteen. She looked around her. She was naked in the bed, with the ridiculous mink throw trailing across her and onto the floor, leaving her feet and legs bare to the cold air flooding in from the open sliding glass doors facing the heaving pewter sea. Her heart was still hammering with the now-familiar slow, dragging tattoo of the past two days, and her mouth tasted foul and metallic from the unaccustomed tranquilizer and the congnac they had drunk last night. The snifter still sat, half full, on the table beside her, and the sweet, cloying fumes sickened her slightly. She cleared her dry, edged throat and combed her hair back with cold fingers. She squinted up at Derek Blessing, who sat down on the bed with a proffered mug of coffee. It smelt only slightly better than the cognac, probably because of the cinnamon Derek ground into it, an affection he had picked up somewhere on his latest promotional tour for Broken Ties.

Meet the Author

Anne Rivers Siddons's bestselling novels include Nora, Nora; Sweetwater Creek; Islands; and Fox's Earth. She is also the author of the nonfiction work John Chancellor Makes Me Cry. She and her husband divide their time between Charleston, South Carolina, and Brooklin, Maine.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Charleston, South Carolina and a summer home in Maine overlooking Penobscot Bay
Date of Birth:
January 9, 1936
Place of Birth:
Atlanta, Georgia
Education:
B.A., Auburn University, 1958; Atlanta School of Art, 1958

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Homeplace 4.1 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 29 reviews.
book-a-holick More than 1 year ago
Although written in 1986, this book and its storyline is NOT dated. I'm an Anne Rivers Siddons fan from way back, but somehow I never read this book until now. and I enjoyed it VERY much. The characters were fully dimensional, and the plot was interesting and important, with a satisfying twist at the end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I found this book in the back of my mother's old station wagon, we recently moved and have no cable tv at this time so I have been reading anything I could find until I have time to get to the library. I absolutely enjoyed this book, I have never read anything by her before but will look for other books she has written. I am not a fast reader and I managed to read it in a couple of long rainy evenings. The characters are interesting I want to know more about at least some of them even though I am now finished with the book. There are no earth shattering revelations that will change my life forever but if you want to just read something that doesn't require alot of intellectual input on your part, you will enjoy this one.
susanc1249 More than 1 year ago
I had forgotten how much I enjoyed this author until I picked up this book. I thoroughly enjoyed the story, the characters, and the message. Love the ending! I will be reading more books from this author.
NJNannie More than 1 year ago
The storyline took a while to pique my interest but once it did, I found the book to be predictable but entertaining. It is well written.....good character development and very descriptive writing. A good read......
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm a Siddons fan. Have read many of her books and always look forward to another one. This one left me satisfied, but wanting a sequel! Please?
Anonymous 28 days ago
Settle down in a cpmfy chair and enjoy this story...its character...its surprisings turns...its lesson on valurs and letting go and moving on
Anonymous 9 months ago
This is a nice book for all ages (+) this is a nook world
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Thought I would start writing how many pages the book has and maybe this could catch on and it would be helpful in our decision to purchase or not.Thanks to you all.Granny B. The book was sooooo good.Purchase it-there are 367 pages in it. (: GRANNY B.
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Wow! What a book The book Homeplace should be made into a movie! In the beginning it took me a little while to get into it. But, (excuse my comparison) it’s like an onion – peel one layer at a time revealing something new which each layer until you finally reach the conclusion. This is a story about a complicated family and the baggage each of them carried. Micah (Mike) was given a boy’s name because her father wanted a son. She, in turn, always wanted something she thought her father would never give her – his love. After she was jailed for her participation in a civil rights movement, her father, whose bigotry was Deep South to his very core, used extremely harsh and called her many vile and hurtful names and told her he never wanted to see her again. She left for more than 20 years. After a man who she thought was a friend betrayed her when she told him her darkest secrets, she received word that her father was seriously ill and wanted to see her right away. She returned home and within a few weeks her life was taking one turn after another until she was not sure who was friend and who was foe. I rarely read one book more than the first time; however, this book has so many layers to it I know I will read it again in the future. I strongly urge other readers to give this a try.
tcbuzzy More than 1 year ago
Great read. Not what I was expecting. Hard to put down.
Mistea More than 1 year ago
I loved everything about this book -- one of her best!
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miriverhouse More than 1 year ago
we need more great storylines like this!
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