A Virtuous Woman

A Virtuous Woman

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by Kaye Gibbons
     
 

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When Blinking Jack Stokes met Ruby Pitt Woodrow, she was twenty and he was forty. She was the carefully raised daughter of Carolina gentry and he was a skinny tenant who had never owned anything in his life. She was newly widowed after a disastrous marriage to a brutal drifter. He had never asked a woman to do more than help him hitch a mule. They didn't fall in love… See more details below

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When Blinking Jack Stokes met Ruby Pitt Woodrow, she was twenty and he was forty. She was the carefully raised daughter of Carolina gentry and he was a skinny tenant who had never owned anything in his life. She was newly widowed after a disastrous marriage to a brutal drifter. He had never asked a woman to do more than help him hitch a mule. They didn't fall in love so much as they simply found each other and held on for dear life. A multilayered, compelling story of how two seemingly ill-matched people meet and somehow, miraculously make a marriage.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Jack Stokes and Ruby Pitt weave this strong, tightly knit love story in alternating chapters that begin when Jack, grieving over Ruby's death four months earlier, evokes the past. In flashbacks, the two richly cadenced Southern voices explore their vastly differing backgrounds, troubled histories and their unlikely but loving marriage. Born into a proud, prominent country family, coddled and adored, Ruby stuns her parents and two brothers by inexplicably running off with John Woodrow, a migrant worker who savagely abuses her. When John is killed in a brawl, Ruby, too proud to ask her family for help, begins doing housework for the wealthy Hoover family, where she meets Jack, a laconic, immensely capable tenant farmer on the Hoover land. He is 40; she is 20. Both lonely and vulnerable, they regard each other cautiously, carry on a wary courtship and embark on a firmly grounded marriage. The union is enriched by a small, supportive circle of friends, who, like the couple's landlord, Burr, are sharply etched and convincingly drawn. Gibbons, author of the critically praised Ellen Foster , has written a vivid, unsentimental, powerful novel. Literary Guild and Double day Book Club alternates.
Library Journal
Alternating chapters narrated by Ruby Stokes (who is dying of cancer at 45) with those told by her husband, Blinking Jack, after her death, Gibbons creates a scrapbook of their quarter century together as tenant farmers. Too old and tough to be endearing like the protagonist of Ellen Foster ( LJ 4/15/87), the Stokeses are no less honest and vivid as they consider the value of a good mate or good soil. Gibbons again flawlessly reproduces the humor and idiom of rural eastern North Carolina in Ruby's proper country dialect and Jack's peculiarly awful grammar. Recommended for public libraries and collections of regional fiction.-- Maurice Taylor, Brunswick Cty. Lib., Southport, N.C.
School Library Journal
YA-- In alternating chapters, Ruby and Jack Stokes tell of their adult lives: her elopement and hellish life with an abusive migrant farmer, Ruby and Jack's meeting and subsequently happy marriage, and their relationships with Jack's landlord and friend, Burr; his self-centered wife and son; and June, his lovely daughter, whom the Stokes love dearly. Gibbons develops distinct voices for Ruby and Jack, and their reminiscences paint vibrant portraits of themselves and others. The story will prod readers to think about the nature of friendship and love.-- Alice Conlon, University of Houston
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"Kaye Gibbons shows us the secret core of a love that easily outlasts death. It's invisible mastery—but mastery all the same." —Reynolds Price

"So true and so vital I would swear that there were moments when A Virtuous Woman actually vibrated in my hands." —Atlanta Journal-Constitution

"Complex, compact . . . onen thinks of a Lillian Hellman play. . . . The architecture of this novel is remarkable." —Padgett Powell, The New York Times Book Review

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781860491153
Publisher:
Little, Brown Book Group Limited
Publication date:
08/08/1996
Edition description:
New
Pages:
162
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 7.36(h) x 0.51(d)

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She hasn't been dead four months and I've already eaten to the bottom
of the deep freeze. I even ate the green peas. Used to I wouldn't turn
my hand over for green peas.

My whole name is Blinking Jack Ernest Stokes, stokes the fire, stokes
the stove, stokes the fiery furnace of hell! I've got a nerve problem in
back of the face so I blink. June nicknamed me for it when she was little.

My wife's name was Ruby Pitt Woodrow Stokes. She was a real pretty
woman. Used to I used to lay up in bed and say, "Don't take it off in the
dark! I want to see it all!"

Ruby died with lung cancer in March. She wasn't but forty-five, young woman to die so early.
She used to tell me, she'd say, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander. I imagine I'll
stop smoking about the time you stop drinking." June's daddy, Burr, told me one time people
feed on each other's bad habits, which might could be true except for one thing, I'm not really
what I would call a drinking man. I hardly ever take a drink except when I need one.

But Ruby died and they laid her out and crossed her hands over her bosom, and I said to them,
"I never saw her sleeping like that." They said but that's the way everybody was laid, so I said,
"Fine then, I'll let her be."

I did lean over in the coffin though and fix her fingers so the nicotine stains wouldn't show. Ruby
had the creamiest soft skin and I hated to have brown spots ruin her for people. Suppose you
went to view somebody who'd died being shot or stabbed somewhere so you'd notice. Don't
you know they'd fill in with some kind of spackle and smooth it over to match him? Sure they
would! Same thing only different with Ruby's two ashy-smelling fingers.

God, you ought to've seen her in the hospital, weak, trying to sit up, limp as a dishrag. She'd lost
down so much, looked like she'd literally almost shook all the meat off, all that coughing and
spewing up she'd done. If you want to feel helpless as a baby sometime, you go somewhere and
watch such as that. Seemed like every time she'd cough a cold shudder'd run up and down me.

I sat with her long as they'd let me that night, then I had to leave. I stuck my head up under her
tent and said to her, "'Night, 'night, Ruby. I'm headed back to the Ponderosa with Burr. I'll see
you first thing in the morning." Then she put those two ashy-smelling fingers up to her mouth like
either she was blowing me a kiss or telling me to hush a little. And while I was looking at her and
trying to figure out which one she meant, I realized she wasn't motioning love or to hush to me.
She was wanting a cigarette, asking me for one. I thought, Well I will be damned. And I said,
Hard as that woman worked to get over too good a life then too bad a life, what a pity, what a
shame to see this now.

I hated to but I had to call it selfish, not like the Ruby I knew. But I suppose when you're that
bad off and you're not here, not gone either, I suppose you can get to the point that you are all
that matters to yourself, and thinking about yourself is the last thing left you can remember how to
do. So you're bound to go on and forgive it. And after it all, after it's all said and done, I'll still
have to say, Bless you, Ruby. You were a fine partner, and I miss you.

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