Shem Creek

Shem Creek

by Dorothea Benton Frank


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Shem Creek by Dorothea Benton Frank

The New York Times Bestseller!

“The strong pull of friendship, the leisurely pace of a tiny, waterfront Southern town, and the steady buildup of romance help buoy Frank’s well-drawn, memorable characters in the face of life’s challenges.”—Publishers Weekly

Meet Linda Breland, single parent of two teenage daughters—one of whom is headed off to college. Between that and the married men, the cold New Jersey winters, her pinched wallet, and her ex-husband who married a beautiful, successful woman ten years younger than she is—let’s just say Linda has seen enough to fill a thousand pages. Now she’s bound for Mount Pleasant, South Carolina, the magical landscape of her ancestors. Welcomed by the help of her advice-dispensing sister and an intriguing ex–investment banker turned restaurant owner, Linda slowly begins to find her way and realize that she, too, is entitled to a second chance...

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780425207581
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/03/2006
Series: Lowcountry Series
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 405,867
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.92(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Dorothea Benton Frank is the New York Times bestselling author of numerous novels, including Sullivan's Island, Plantation, Pawleys Island, Shem Creek, and Isle of Palms. Born and raised on Sullivan's Island in South Carolina, she now resides in the New York area with her husband.


New Jersey and Sullivan's Island, South Carolina

Place of Birth:

Sullivan's Island, South Carolina

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A Postcard From Linda

Can I just tell you why I am so deliriously happy to drive all through the night from New Jersey to South Carolina? Here we are, boxed in between this wall of eighteen wheelers on our left and right, in front and behind, in this little pocket of flying road, racing down I-95 at seventy-six miles an hour. My daughters are asleep beside me and in the backseat. I don’t care that it’s pouring rain. I don’t care that it’s dark. On another night, I would be terrified out of my skin by the blasting of horns. But not tonight. Let me tell you something. These trucks are like huge guardian angels rushing us to safety and the rain is washing us clean. Life has been a little rough around the edges and it was time to break out. Yeah. A little rough would be one way of understating it.

Oh, eventually you’ll hear the whole story, because this is a long ride and there ain’t much to do besides tell secrets and think about life. Thinking about life is what I had been doing for one very long time. I finally decided to quit the thinking nonsense and do something. I mean, I was even driving myself crazy from my own whining. Then I came to this conclusion. You don’t like your life? Go get another one and shut the heck up already, right?

Look, I know I’m not the only single parent in the world. And I know I’m not the only one who’s tight for money all the time, okay? And, I might not be the biggest gambler you ever met, but I know when it’s time to change the scenery and if you don’t do it when you feel the urge, you might be blowing off the last life raft that ever floats your way. It’s probably worth noting that I waited to change the scenery until I went digging for my mascara in Gracie’s makeup bag (my fifteen year-old daughter, thank you), and I found birth control pills, some other unidentifiable pills, and a baggie of pot. Then, I hemmed and hawed around until I found Lindsey weeping over her weight—she’s five feet five inches tall and weighs one hundred and twenty pounds, the same as Gracie. She doesn’t even have a freckle. Her date for the prom told her he couldn’t go with her, that she was too fat. She was standing naked in front of the full-length mirror, sobbing and reading Sylvia Plath aloud—remember her? She’s the poet who stuck her head in the oven and killed herself. The final straw was the romantic dinner I had with Louie Provost at Epernay when his wife, Cherry, showed up to introduce herself. Um, didn’t know there was a wife? Thanks, Louie. Can’t have dinner there anymore.

I said to myself, Linda? You can definitely do better than this. All of a sudden it was clear to me that I had a stupid job and we had a very stupid life. So I called my sister and she said, Honey chile? You put yourself and your girls in your car and come on down to me!

So, that’s what I’m doing out here in the middle of the night in Virginia, traveling under the wing of all these trucks. But can you keep a secret? I quit my job. We’re moving to Mount Pleasant and no one knows it except you and me. I know it seems slightly sneaky and a little impetuous but you know what? It’s not. Look, if New Jersey has wanted us, it would have given us a reason to stay. It didn’t.

I have to find a job. And that, my friend, should be the easiest part. I could get hired as a grave digger and make myself believe that I was working at Mardi Gras. But hey, brighter days and better days are coming. I can feel it in my bones! I really can. I am absolutely going to make this work.


My mother always used to say that if a man could count his real friends on just one hand that he was a wealthy man indeed. My mother was right. I’m going to tell you a story about heaven and hell and how I got out of one and found the other—both with the help of a true-blue friend. Hell was being married to Loretta and working for her father. Heaven is our restaurant on Shem Creek, which we would never have had, except for the generosity and ingenuity of my best friend and partner, Robert. We call it Jackson Hole because my last name is Jackson and I guess you can say it is a hole in the wall. Yeah, it’s definitely a hole in the wall. And, Robert like to ski guess where. I know. It’s a less than nimble play on words, but let’s get this on the record right now—when the whole world conspires against you, a healthy sense of humor can be a very valuable tool. And, up until eight months ago, the world conspired. Worse, I was thrashing around in my quagmire of self-deception watching it happen and didn’t do a thing about it.

I used to come down here all the time, in between deals, and I guess I’ve been fishing the waters around Charleston for fifteen years. There isn’t a creek in this whole area that hasn’t seen the bottom of my boat, but that said, every time I dropped a hook in the salty creeks and rivets, it always seemed like the first time. The landscape and the light—well, it was always a little different. Quiet but vibrant. You could have made yourself believe that the good Lord Himself was somewhere in the thicket, waiting patiently for you to remember that He was still there. It finally got to the point where I just left my boat in South Carolina. And my heart? Well, looking back, it seems now that the only time I ever thought about it was when I was floating on the Lowcountry waters.

We should discuss this heaven and hell thing, which all begins with my newly-acquired-at-great-personal-loss philosophy. Here it is in a nutshell. When you choose the wrong partner at the dance (whether it’s marriage or profession), you will surely bust you ass.

Women seem to know this by instinct. Men don’t. men are conditioned from birth to be providers and basically, our success is measured by how well we do that job. This somehow neatly translates to how much we earn and how many trophies we can accumulate over a lifetime. Cars, second houses, antiques, jewelry for the wife…;this list goes on and on. We have to graduate from the rights schools, become a partner in the right firm, marry the right girl, be invited to join the right club and develop a decent game of golf and tennis.

Right? Wrong! That entire unholy plan, my friends, is a truckload of manure.

Isn’t it? I swear, I laugh now when I think about the years I spent chasing the almighty buck. Money, money, money. And, chasing the almighty buck with my wife, Loretta, who always was and continues to be a misery. Well, I can laugh now, but a few months ago, it was not funny at all.

Overall, daughters are so much luckier than sons. Their mothers tell them to follow their hearts, right? They say, Darlin’? If you want to go study history, you go right ahead. Honey? If you want to be a chemist, go right ahead! Sure enough, women will graduate and can usually earn a decent living with their degree, doing something they love. Of course, women get screwed left and right because they don’t earn the same money that their male colleagues do for performing the same jobs and for a whole variety of other reasons, but for the most part, I think women are happier in their professional lives. And yes, I guess you could say that I am kind of a male feminist.

But, sons are another matter entirely. When I look at the number of kids coming out of graduate school with business degrees, I am absolutely astonished. I mean, where are they all going to find the fortunes that they think are waiting for them? The ones they think they are entitled to? And law school? Don’t get me started! Do we really need more lawyers?

What has happened to humanity is this. The world has become vicious, because the devil’s real name is greed. Our ability to justify our greed is staggering. If you believe what you read, see and hear around you, our children’s future will be all about heeding the call and joining the detestable clamor for money and power. It breaks your heart.

When I think about how I used to run my life, I am sure I must have been completely out of my mind. Besides working seventy-hour weeks, I used to read three newspapers every day—The Wall Street Journal, The New York Times, and The Atlanta Journal-Constitution. No more. Now I read the front page of the Post & Courier and guess what? It’s as much as I want to know about what’s going on “out there”. And, I check the weather and the tide tables.

Let me ask you something. Have you ever been to Italy? Did you know that Italy has the sixth largest economy in the world? But when you go there, you see shops closed for hours in the middle of the day, everyone seems to be drinking wine and espresso, smoking Marlboro Reds, and it looks like no one’s working! What is going on in Italy? Ahen. They are really living. And, guess what? Their lives last just as long as ours do. But! They’re enjoying their lives one helluva lost more than we are. So, I said to myself, Brad? One day, you’re gonna be dead and buried. That’s when I decided to become Italian.

I want to have a romance with life! I want to love women and children and savor all the beauty and good to be found in the world. I was missing everything. So hitting rock bottom was a good thing. Otherwise, I’d still be a hamster, running on a worthless, pointless wheel, racing to the grave.

“Mr. Brad? Your appointment is here.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there. Thanks!”

That was Louise Waring. Who’s she? Well, Louise is the greatest woman in the world, that’s all. She runs the kitchen, everybody and everything. She’s the chef when Duane takes days off, and the assistant chef when he’s here. She is capable of almost anything, thank God. Shoot, just last week she stopped a knife fight in the kitchen between a busboy and a dishwasher. Seems one guy made a slanderous remark about the dubious nature of the other’s birth, which was followed by a reference to the other fellow’s lewd preference for his mother. Well, after that, the conversation switched to Spanish and could have escalated to life-threatening situation, but Louise stepped in and threatened to call the police. It’s a good thing our customers don’t know what goes on in the kitchen. It’s bad enough what goes on in the dining room!

Rock bottom? It’s almost embarrassing to tell you how I got there, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I figure that if I can save some other poor son of a gun from the hell I went through then it’s worth it to put my pride aside. No, I’ve come to some very new conclusions and it all began with becoming separated from Loretta and going broke. I was forty-two, a smart fellow (or so I thought) with a platinum resume and suddenly I didn’t have a pot to pee in or a window to throw it out of, like my grandfather used to say. It was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Look, you’ll have to excuse me for just a few minutes. This interview shouldn’t take very long. And, when I get back, I’ll tell you why simplifying life is such a beautiful thing. Yep, think like an Indian and keep it simple. Just hold that thought.


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Shem Creek 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 37 reviews.
travelbunny More than 1 year ago
I did not enjoy this book as much as Sullivan's Island and Plantation. I felt the plot was a bit weak and she just rattled on too much at times with details that were boring.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
'Shem Creek' is undersung among Ms. Frank's novels, as one can see from the relatively fewer reviews here than for some of her other books. Yet it's possibly my favorite (her original Sullivans Island and Bulls Island are contenders as well). There's nothing to dislike about this book. I have read it several times because I just enjoy hanging out with Brad, Linda, Mimi, Louise, Duane, Lindsey, Gracie and Alex (you really wish Alex were your son by the time you finish). If the romance is expected, so what - isn't that what one wants in a book like this? What Ms. Frank portrays so well in all her novels, she handles here with especial grace and warmth: the interracial friendships among the cast and crew of Jackson Hole Restaurant are completely authentic to the South, despite all the much-vaunted press to the contrary. The Lowcountry herself is also a star player in the novel, and Ms. Frank thoughtfully presents her views on the need for development and nature to work together (also well done in Bulls Island). Old Mount Pleasant is a beautiful and picturesque town (despite being surrounded by suburban sprawl) and well deserving of this fine story. Ms. Frank throws in some love notes to Manhattan as well, and that's great, too. Even if switching back and forth between two first-person narrators is 'cheating' a little bit, it doesn't bother me in the context of this particular plot. Both Brad and Linda are admirable people who deserve a happy ending, and Mimi is real Southern lady in the true sense of the word. If you missed this one along the way, it's well worth a read - with a burger from Poe's on Sullivans Island!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Loved Sullivan's Island but didn't find this book interesting enough to continue with.
TracyMay More than 1 year ago
Shem creek is a great summer read. You can actually smell the sea air and hear the birds calling out as they dive into the ocean for their meal. Although the book is a predicable love story; the characters come alive in the telling of their story. The book is read by the many people who live in this paradise. The idea of starting over again is always an appealing thought: where would I go, what would I do differently? Shem Creek is the ideal place to go: friends, family and food.
great_book More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book, couldn't put it down. You get to know the characters so well, and can't wait to see what happens next. It's interesting that some chapters switch off, with a different character talking. Great read about family, and that it's never too late to change your life so that you are happy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is one of the most heart-warming stories I've read in quite some time. There is conflict and resolution, romance, and friendship throughout the book. At the end, you wish it would keep on going! This book is a must read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought this book started alittle slow, but then all of a sudden, I was hooked on the characters! Especially Brad! I like the way DBF has different characters telling the story with each chapter! I finished the book & loved it so much I couldn't get enough, & I read it again.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is about being happy. What ever your current situation might be, you can always change it. It might not be easy but it can always be different. A good lifes lesson for people who complain alot! I loved meeting the different characters (this is my first book by this author). I found each one so different it was funny to see them all in one place. And get along so well. Except for Amy that is! I'd say this is very predictable, but like most stories that are similar to this I can expect that. I wasn't dissappointed by this because I could read into it. I do generally like a curve ball thrown in but this was what I expected and very enjoyable. There was enough going on in this I didn't get bored. Although, I've noticed some of the reviewers think this is not as good as other books she has wrote. So, that makes me even happier to go read Dorothea Benton Frank's other books.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I adore Db Franks...........this book is devoid of humor and was just a book.........enjoyed because I love Franks...........not up to par............maybe we all have few books inside us. Dot, love you, are better than this.......maybe tis me. maybe I was looking for comedy and should not have been doing so.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I LOVE LOVE LOVE Dorethea Frank. I look so forward to her new books because I am just crazy about them. That being said this was a real disappointment. I found the dialoge really frustrating and the story didnt grab me like her prior books did. I enjoy her so much I couldnt give it any fewer stars out of pure loyalty. But the Exclamation marks and editing of the book was really patchy to me.But you can bet if she comes out with another I will be in line to buy it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have loved all of Ms. Benton Franks books, but was disappointed in Shem Creek. For some reason I just felt the writing was not as good and the story somewhat predicatable. Oh well, just my thoughts.
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Worst Dottie Frank book ever - if I wanted to hear Yankees going on & on then I would purchase a horrible Yankee book. I bragged on her writing & told my friends about Sullivan's Island & Porch Lights & Pawleys Island - I now regret that!
ChaLee More than 1 year ago
I'm so enjoying this author. She is becoming my new favorite. We visited Charleston, South Carolina a few years ago and really enjoyed it. If we were younger, I would want to move there. So, in the alternative of moving, I will continue to read Dorothea's books and imagine life in South Carolina. Every one of her books is such an enjoyable read. Always enjoy looking forward to the next book.
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MEMECN More than 1 year ago
I loved reading about the lowcountry. The author draws you right into the story. i will read all of her books. Very enjoyable. C. N.
mommabelle84 More than 1 year ago
love the setting and Frank puts you there...the geographic setting as well as the characters. Frank writes as most "normal" people think and act in situations. Good Read!
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