Stranger Here Below

Stranger Here Below

by Joyce Hinnefeld

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In 1961, when Amazing Grace Jansen, a firecracker from Appalachia, meets Mary Elizabeth Cox, the daughter of a Black southern preacher, at Kentucky’s Berea College, they already carry the scars and traces of their mothers’ troubles.
Poor and single, Maze’s mother has had to raise her daughter alone and fight to keep a roof over their heads. Mary Elizabeth’s mother has carried a shattering grief throughout her life, a loss so great that it has disabled her and isolated her stern husband and her brilliant, talented daughter. The caution this has scored into Mary Elizabeth has made her defensive and too private and limited her ambitions, despite her gifts as a musician. But Maze’s earthy fearlessness might be enough to carry them both forward toward lives lived bravely in an angry world that changes by the day.

Both of them are drawn to the enigmatic Georginea Ward, an aging idealist who taught at Berea sixty years ago, fell in love with a black man, and suddenly found herself renamed as a sister in a tiny Shaker community. Sister Georgia believes in discipline and simplicity, yes. But, more important, her faith is rooted in fairness and the long reach of unconditional love.

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ISBN-13: 9781609530747
Publisher: Unbridled Books
Publication date: 06/12/2012
Edition description: First Trade Paper Edition
Pages: 288
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.10(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Joyce Hinnefeld is the author of the acclaimed novel, In Hovering Flight. Her work has appeared in The Denver Quarterly, The Greensboro Review, 13th Moon, the anthology Many Lights in Many Windows: Twenty Years of Great Fiction and Poetry from The Writers Community, and other publications. Her short story collection Tell Me Everything (University Press of New England, 1998) received the 1997 Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference Bakeless Prize in Fiction. She is an Associate Professor of English at Moravian College in Bethlehem, PA.

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Chapter One

Pilgrim and Stranger 1968

In April of I968 Maze Jansen Whitman wrote a letter to her friend Mary Elizabeth Cox. She'd written many letters to Mary Elizabeth, always signing them "Sending my love, and wishing you'd come back, Maze." But Maze wrote this letter imagining it would be the last one she'd send to Mary Elizabeth, her friend since the two had met as first-year college roommates in the fall of 1961.

"It's hard to keep up with you, M. E.," the letter began, "especially when you don't respond to my letters." And it continued:

I'm glad you've let me know where you are, at least. I guess I've stopped imagining that you'll ever come back here to Kentucky. But don't you miss us, even a bit? If not us, if not me, then maybe at least the green and lovely and godforsaken land, as Dr. Wendt used to call it? Remember him, M. E.? And remember all those hikes you and I took on Saturday mornings, the way we ran full speed down Fat Man's Misery and slid on the rocks and laughed so hard we couldn't breathe? But now everyone is gone, not only you. Sister Georgia dead and buried, Sarabeth and Phil gone to Canada. And Daniel, too. He is dead, M. E., killed in the war. It's just Harris and me and our children left now. Even my mama's moved back to Torchlight, with Uncle Shade. Harris and I have twin sons, born one month ago, and I am weepy all the time. Marthie is four, and too serious already, because of me, I'm sure. I am tired and weep), and afraid all the time, not because I have two little babies but because my babies are boys. Because of what our fine nation does with its boys. They are Harris's and my children, and they are not expendable, and I do not know what to do about that. I'm too young for all these regrets. I regret that we didn't talk Daniel out of going when we found out he'd enlisted. That Sister Georgia didn't live to know our twins. And that you have drifted farther and farther away from me and have never told me why. I've asked myself over and over what I might have done. If it was what happened that night I stayed at your house in Richmond. Or when I came to Chicago. I thought our friendship would last, M. E., no matter all the things that got in our way. But maybe you've been trying to tell me I was wrong. There's one thing I do want you to know, and that's our twins' names, Pilgrim and Stranger (we usually call him Ranger). They are named for you and me, for the way I remember us when we first knew each other at Berea, the way we felt when we climbed those green hills and sane, those old hymns at the top of our lungs. I hope, you are happy in New York.

The letter was signed, simply, "Maze."

Chapter Two

Sister 1872 1908

Georginea Fenley Ward was born in Lexington, Kentucky, in March of 1872-in the midst of an unexpected spring blizzard, when the Kentucky bluegrass was covered in white, really not itself, and the doctor could not get there in time.

Her father, Davis Ward, had insisted that her mother, Rose, spend the last month of her pregnancy at the home of her sister Lenora, outside Lexington. But he had not accompanied Rose there, planning to arrive only in time for the birth of their first child, because he wished to spend as little time as possible in the home of his brother-in-law, whose life habits (the drinking of whiskey and, earlier, the holding of slaves, to name but two) were distasteful to him.

And so, in the midst of the ruthless ice and blowing drifts, both the doctor and little Georginea's father failed to arrive in time for her birth or for her mother's death a few minutes later. Georginea's Aunt Lenora continued, throughout her life, to insist that Rose glanced at her infant daughter and faintly smiled before closing her eyes a final time on that March morning-a story that the girl Georginea and later the woman Georgia knew could not be true; she was left, she was sure, in a corner while all eyes and ears were turned toward her dying mother-Georginea herself clean and warm and tended to, always, but also completely alone.

At the age of three, long weaned from the wet nurse who came regularly to her Aunt Lenora's home through the first year of her life, she arrived at the Cincinnati home of her father, minister of the Second Presbyterian Church. Already she was a serious and dutiful child. But she was also capable, when provoked by a perceived slight, of sudden flashes of temper that flummoxed the series of nurses who cared for her until she turned twelve. There was nothing to be done, Reverend Ward told each nurse in turn; as he repeatedly observed to Georginea herself, she had inherited the steely will of her grandfather Ephraim Ward-a locally renowned abolitionist, a friend and, for a time, a fellow student of Lyman Beecher and Theodore Weld at the radical Lane Seminary.

By the age of twelve, left alone to read in her father's study for long periods, she had devised her own particular system of signs and symbols. It was a system shaped by random influences: one German nurse's fear of cats; the reading material-mostly theological treatises, with a smattering of poetry-available to her in her father's study; her father's own hunched, black-coated back as he walked stiffly from their home to his church. These became, somehow, the hot, fulsome smell of an animal's breath, connected obscurely with sexual depravity. The slow and regular ticking of a clock and a sleeping person's noisy breathing-signaling blood, and shame and dread. A gaunt man whose black hat, caught on a gust of wind, is transformed into a crow, that filthy, laughing menace. Carrion feeder. Roadside taunter. Interrupter of dreams.

At sixteen, she packed her bag, her books, and her system of symbols and left for Oberlin College. The days of the "raving Bloomerites," the outspoken women who smoked cigarettes and debated the issues of the day as if they were men, may have ended at Oberlin, but there were freedoms there that Georginea could not have imagined in the camphor-drenched shadows of her father's house. Still, she would not have expected to fall in love with a young black man. Yet there she was, by the end of her second year: in love with Tobias Jewell, toffee-skinned and brown-eyed, filled with spiritual and other passions, and possessor of the purest tenor voice the college choir had ever had.

To her shock and deep dismay, her father-son of the abolitionist Ephraim Ward, firm promoter of racial uplift in his sermons-forbade Georginea to marry him.

"God's will, Georginea, is not for the physical mingling of the races," he told her one spring morning in his study. Greenish-gray storm clouds brewed outside the window, and she knew she was not mistaken in thinking that his mouth curled with a kind of horror, a deep distaste, something sour and threatening there in the room between them, as he said it. With that she was removed from Oberlin and sent to the woods of Kentucky to be a teacher at a school he knew of there.

She was younger than many of her students, and she lived among the girls and young women in Ladies Hall. On her bed the day she arrived lay a copy of the student manual. "Throw back your shoulders and take a deep breath every time you step out doors. Make 500 gymnastic movements to start the blood and waken every muscle when you rise. Take a good drink of water in the middle of the forenoon, middle of afternoon, and before going to bed. Wear no fine clothing which could make you conspicuous, or make class-mates envious, or which you cannot afford."

Elsewhere in the manual students were warned against burning gunpowder or keeping firearms; such weapons were, for the duration of the academic term, to be deposited with the principal of the institution. Georginea was in a foreign land.

And yet it was, in certain ways, like Oberlin; her fellow teachers were God-fearing, in love with learning, quiet and respectful yet passionate about the future of the Union. And in 1890, the year she arrived at Berea College, on the frayed, western edges of the mountains-somewhere between the placid, rolling bluegrass she remembered from her childhood and a harsher, mountainous world to the east-over half of the 35o students enrolled there were black. They were the sons, and in a few cases the daughters, of freed slaves, former soldiers and survivors of the war, and they studied and sang and lived among white students from the mountains.

The ragged, frontier quality of the town and the newness of the school-so removed from the world she'd known in her father's stately house in Cincinnati or her Aunt Lenora's lavish rooms in Lexington-pleased Georginea. Dormitory life suited her, too; the stark simplicity of her bed, with its thin mattress and rough sheets, her nearly empty wardrobe, desk, and chair, made her feel light as air. In this clean, white, airy room she forgot, at least for a time, the heavy nights and mornings of the summer before, the blinding headaches she'd experienced in her father's house, the listlessness of her last days there.

Down the hill, on the edges of the town, gunshots often rang out. Deathly drunken brawls were common, and sometimes men-both black and white-were killed. Not far outside Berea, along Scaffold Cane Road, children nearly froze to death in the winter. Georginea would hear about such things from Lottie Johnson, the slow, heavy girl who distributed the mail in Ladies Hall and whose narrow, red-rimmed eyes grew large as she recounted one lurid scene after another, forcing Georginea to listen to yet another whispered account of the latest gossip from "down below the tracks" before relinquishing that morning's mail.

If Kentucky was still a frontier state, home to outlaws and renegades, and if those who lived in the surrounding hills and valleys guarded their cabins with guns near their bedsides, Georginea was barely aware of it. Vigilante gangs passed along Main Street from time to time, but Georginea, having a few yards of homespun measured and cut at Coyle's Store or dodging the crowd of horse-drawn wagons on a Saturday morning as she crossed the muddy street, hardly noticed them. In all likelihood she would have known nothing at all of the life outside the college walls (she seldom read the local newspapers, feeling more and more detached from the world outside her own mind), had she not been pulled from her room on occasion by several of her devoted students.

These young women loved to tease her, too, about the obvious interest of another young teacher, Lowell Wesley, who had come to Berea from the mountains of Virginia. He taught mathematics, and he had arrived at the school shortly after Georginea, in the fall of 1900. He had what she considered an affected air and a ridiculous accent, but she tried at first to return his interest. Until, one darkening evening after a walk over the college grounds, he pushed her roughly against the shadowy back wall of Ladies Hall and pressed his wet lips and mustache against her mouth, his tongue prodding her teeth. She pushed him away and hurried to the building's back door, shocked to realize that some part of her had wanted, for just a moment, to return his ardor. To let his tongue in through her clenched teeth.

As the door closed behind her, she heard the yowling of a cat. After that she avoided Lowell Wesley, who never invited her to walk with him after dinner again.

When she returned to Cincinnati for the week between Christmas and the New Year, Georginea found herself plagued by a vague, nameless anxiety. Though her father was eager to learn about her work at Berea, and their conversations were polite and respectful, if distant, by the second night of her visit, her headaches had returned. At night she slept fitfully, her dreams crowded with feverish images-a hissing cat on the windowsill, the smell of its breath invading her room. A smell transformed, eventually, into the scent of her own body on Tobias's hand where he had touched her. He appeared suddenly and unexpectedly in her dreams, and she reached for him with a pained hunger. But just as suddenly he would turn his back to her, deaf to her pleading, dressed now in the black coat and hat her father wore, walking away from her, from her need, her weakness, her woman's scent.

Back at Berea after the holiday, the dreams and the headaches persisted. For hours she lay in her room in Ladies Hall, drifting between dream-laced sleep and anxious wakefulness, staring at the ceiling. When something scratched at her window she barely turned her head, certain it was a hissing, yellow-eyed cat. Or an angry crow, roused from slumber in a crook of the giant sugar maple outside Ladies Hall. At prayers in the morning after nights like these, she wept silently, wiping her tears as discreetly as possible but still giving rise to rumors and whisperings about Miss Ward's strange devotion, the depth of her religion.

Years passed, and Georginea's memories dimmed-Tobias Jewell's eyes and his sweet tenor voice slowly fading, growing blurry in her mind. Everything blurred as a new century began and attitudes at Berea began to shift, and Georginea moved through her days in a kind of fog. Her headaches persisted, along with her tearful prayers. Her sense of something having gone awry, having failed terribly-failure and disappointment in the very air she breathed-grew into a conviction: The failure was her own.

By the spring of 1908, the college had chosen to comply with a state law called the Day Law that forbade integrated education. It was that or economic collapse, the president insisted, and so a separate school, the Lincoln Institute, was founded for black students, and Berea turned its attention to the white "children of the mountains."

At first a few other faculty members besides Miss Ward engaged in clandestine defiance of the Day Law. A cooperating staff member would turn off the lights shortly before a lecture was to begin, and when a student rose, at the instructor's leisurely request, to turn them on again, two or three formerly enrolled black students would have appeared at the back of the room. The instructor would proceed with that day's class, pretending not to notice their presence, in the early days of the Day Law, when the school's administrators were more willing to turn a blind eye, such acts were common enough.

Eventually, though, such acts could lead to a teacher's quick dismissal. Georginea knew this. Yet gradually, reading Blake and Byron into the wee hours of the night, sleeping and waking, floating between faint images of Tobias's face and of an angry, white-haired God, of swinging corpses and of somber, black-hatted men, she came to realize something very simple. They were all, beginning with her father and on through Berea's present administrators and many of its teachers, wrong. For nearly twenty years she had been their willing tool. But that would change now. They had left her no choice. The black-coated men, the dreams and blinding headaches. Tobias's sweet face and voice, slipping away from her like a quiet stream.

And so one April morning, she walked into the classroom and said loudly, "Leave the lights on, Winerip," to the old Berea groundskeeper. To the young man and woman, Winerip's son and daughter, waiting stealthily in the hallway, she said, "Come in now, no need to wait for cover of darkness; we will no longer pretend in my classroom that we honor the laws of a decadent land." It was Byron whom she quoted to begin the day's lesson.

"'On with the dance!'" she intoned, eyes blazing and cheeks inflamed, as two male faculty members arrived to escort her from her classroom. "'Let joy be unconfin'd!'" And as they grasped her arms and pulled her toward the hallway she called back over her shoulder, "'No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet!'" She could barely make out the gaping mouths and staring eyes of the rows of students at her back, but she caught a glimpse of Winerip's daughter, smiling. And weak and feverish and frightened as she felt then, something in that smile unleashed a cold, reckless wind, blinding white sunlight warming her face as they reached the open doorway, and Miss Georginea Ward left her last class at Berea College smiling and laughing. Like a madwoman, the students in her class that day would later say.


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Table of Contents


Pilgrim and Stranger (Maze Jansen and Mary Elizabeth Cox) April 1968....................1
Sister (Georginea Fenley Ward/Sister Georgia) Cincinnati Oberlin, Berca, 1872 1908....................5
Pilgrim and Stranger Berea College, Berea, KY, 1967....................15
Visitor (Vista Combs Jansen) Torchlight, KY, 1938 1943....................23
Pilgrim and Stranger Berea, 1961....................41
Sarah (Sarah Henry Cox) Black Pool Road, KY, 1935....................69
Pilgrim and Stranger Richmond, KY and Berea, 1962....................83
Visitor Torchlight, Harrodsburg, and Pleasant Hill, KY, 1943 1947....................101
Pilgrim and Stranger Berea, 1962....................125
Sarah Black Pool Road and Richmond, 1939 1945....................129
Pilgrim and Stranger Pleasant Hill, Summer 1962....................135
Sister Harrodsburg and Pleasant Hill, 1908 1911....................149
Pilgrim and Stranger Berea, 1962....................171
Sarah Richmond, 1949 1961....................179
Pilgrim and Stranger Berea and Stanford, KY, 1962....................185
Pilgrim and Stranger Chicago and Pleasant Hill, 1963....................199
Visitor Pleasant Hill and Torchlight, 1947....................209
Pilgrim and Stranger Chicago, 1963....................215
Pilgrim and Stranger Stanford and Chicago, 1964....................223
Pilgrim And Stranger Chicago and Pleasant Hill, 1965....................239
Sister Pleasant Hill, 1965....................251
Pilgrim and Stranger Black Pool Road, 1965....................255
Sarah County Home, Stanford, 1963....................259
Pilgrim and Stranger New York, 1968....................263

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whitreidtan on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Earlier this summer I chose Hinnefeld's first novel In Hovering Flight for my summer book club. I was looking forward to another smooth, meditative novel from her with Stranger Here Below and it delivered even if it didn't capture me quite the way that In Hovering Flight did.Amazing Grace (Maze), the white daughter of a single mom from Appalachia, and Mary Elizabeth (M.E.), the musically gifted only child of a black preacher and his wife, find themselves as roommates at tiny Berea College in Kentucky in 1961. As mismatched as they seem to be, they come to be close friends, burrowing into each others' lives and hearts, becoming family despite their differences. Their individual stories and who they develop into as adults grow not only out of their own experiences but also out of their mothers' pasts and the past of the last Shaker sister in a tiny Shaker community, the quietly contemplative Sister Georgia. Maze's mother Vista has had to struggle mightily to support herself and her daughter in the wake of her husband's abandonment and M.E.'s mother Sarah was forever damaged by terrible, senseless violence and loss in her girlhood leaving her a husk of a person.The novel bounces back and forth in time, telling the past and present stories of all of these women, each connected through hardship and blood. Their lives are played out against the larger screen of the times, the intolerance and racial tensions and hatreds, the stigma of difference, oppression, and the impulse toward a more natural world. So much of their lives, for all three generations of women, is out of their own control; decisions are made for them to conform to social norms regardless of their own wishes and desires. And yet manage to forge their own connections, nurture the good in each other, and find love and acceptance within themselves and in the greater society.Each of the chapters are short and the women all have distinct voices so there's never a question of whose story the reader is engaged with at any time. But the jumps in time present a bit more of a problem, especially keeping Maze's and M.E.'s timelines straight. So many different storylines would be fine if they all seemed to be working toward the same end but they were often so disparate it was hard to keep all the threads as the story progressed and then the end just sort of happened. The writing here was lovely and well done though and overall I found this a quiet, reflective read.
fglass on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Who is the stranger and who is the pilgrim?Google DictionarystrangerSynonyms:¿noun: foreigner, alien, outsider¿strangers plural1.A person whom one does not know or with whom one is not familiar2.A person who does not know, or is not known in, a particular place or community3.A person entirely unaccustomed to (a feeling, experience, or situation)WikipediaA pilgrim (lat. peregrinus) is one who undertakes a pilgrimage, literally 'far afield'. This is traditionally a visit to a place of some religious or historic significance; often a considerable distance is traveled.Joyce Hinnefeld¿s clarity of language in ¿Stranger Here Below¿ affords us, as if on the shoulders of each of her characters, their individual perspectives while on their pilgrimages. It is more often then not a difficult read when an author moves around in time and space. Hinnefeld's crisp easy-flowing language makes it very easy to move from character to character through time and space, and still experience each pilgrimage clearly. Each character is also given depth as we travel with related pilgrims and see their views. Some would say this book is a snapshot of America through several decades, centered in Appalachia and Kentucky; or, it is about race relations in America; or, it is a story focusing on women¿s relationships through several generations; or, it is about the Shaker religion in its last throws. It is all of these and yet specifically about women¿s journeys here below. Like each of Hinnefeld¿s characters no matter where or when they experienced their pilgrimage, we can all feel at times quite alone, as if pilgrims and strangers in our own lives. ¿Stranger Here Below¿ can translate to any here and now, because it is at its heart a search for love and connection.
ReginaR on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is a beautifully written story of several generations of women, who live in the south. Their story is told from the point of view of each woman; the shift is done chapter by chapter, but the transition is smooth and it is never choppy. The story of these women crosses both economic and racial lines, as do their reationships. Additionaly, the shift from character to character moves back and forth in time. Gradually the characters and stories are woven together, so that the reader learns the relationsihps between the different characters and their influences on each other. This book is literary fiction at its best. Each word has weight and adds context to the story. As I was reading, I literaly fet like I had climbed into the characters llives. I knew these women and they became my friends. I strongy recommend this book.
jrquilter on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a well written book about generations of families, and how single events can affect and mold personalities for generations yet to come. the character development is excellent, but some relationships are difficult to accept. There are several jumbled themes (anti-war, civil rights) written against the backdrop of a nearly gone Shaker community.
knittingmomof3 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
My review from my book review blog Rundpinne.......Stranger Here Below by Joyce Hinnefeld is a book that will have the reader pondering the greater implications of family long after the last word is read. Hinnefeld creates a stunningly beautiful, sad and yet hopeful, story of the lives of three generations of women spanning the years 1862-1968, all interconnected in a non-linear manner throughout the novel. The story opens up with Amazing Grace ¿Maze¿ Jansen meeting her roommate Mary Elizabeth Cox in their room at Berea College. Next the reader is present at the birth of Georginea in 1872, the focal point of this brilliant story of fractured lives, women stronger than they know, family ties and hidden secrets yearning to be freed. Stranger Here Below is carefully crafted and vividly descriptive, possibly more so to me, since I have been to the places mentioned in the novel, nonetheless, Hinnefeld makes certain the reader feels connected be it with Cincinnati or Berea, Kentucky. Hinnefeld blurs the lines of white and black and focuses on the women themselves and how they overcome or endear what life tosses each woman and how it impacts each successive generation. Stranger Here Below is a novel that transports the reader, makes the reader wish there was more, yet gives the reader all that is required and commands the reader to think and take the lessons offered up through the many stories and extrapolate them into the reader¿s life. I cannot offer enough praise for Stranger Here Below and believe it is a novel all women should read and a book not to be missed by book discussion groups. 2010JH/Rundpinne
katmom55 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A story about family relationships - both related family and non-related family. It centers around three women bound together, though from totally different backgrounds. I felt it was sad but at times uplifting. The details of the Shaker religion was very interesting.This was an Early Reviewer Giveaway
khiemstra631 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a story of Eastern Kentucky women from two families over several generations. The two intertwine when two girls are thrown together as roommates at Berea College in the early 1960's. Mary Elizabeth is black while Maze is white. The women in Maze's family have a propensity for falling for rather worthless men who quickly love them and then leave them pregnant, except for Maze who appears to choose someone who might stay with her for the long haul. M.E. comes from a preacher's house. Her mother found her older brother Robert hanging from a tree when she was just a child. It wrecked her mind, and she was never the same afterward. Figuring into this mix is also the last remaining Shaker sister at Pleasant Hill, also in Kentucky. She provides a refuge and home for Maze and her mother. Each chapter of the book gives the reader additional details about the life of one of these women. The book is very well-written and makes an interesting read. I wish family trees had been included at the beginning as I did find it a little confusing at times trying to keep track of who fit where. I recommend it as a good read.
WisteriaLeigh on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Stranger Here Below, is an intensely rich novel that left me temporarily paralyzed. Hinnefeld is an author with a story to tell that reaches beyond the last page. The three main women in this book Maze, Mary Elizabeth and Georginea are interconnected to each other with a family history that has far reaching influence. Even though the book ends in 1968, themes and events that shape the characters lives still still hold value today. I can¿t say I identified with any specific woman, but more an amalgamation of all many personalities. Women who read this will no doubt experience a similar connection, perhaps more of one than another, but with heartfelt empathy for all. It is hard to fathom the influence the men in the story held over the women¿s lives through the generations with 21st century eyes. Yet, given the time period of the setting, it is not surprising. I was unable to abandon the lives of these characters. I kept flipping back to reread passages with many thoughts to ponder and meaning to interpret. The lives of those who live in Stranger Here Below are compelling, not easily forgotten, nor is the reasoning presented in Sister Georgia¿s life reflection: ¿She had spent fifty years hiding, she knew now, from the black-coated men who drove the engines of the world. Youth--she and Tobias, Maze and her young man and their friends--so powerless in the face of their laws and their wars. yet children were born, Marthie among them, faces without masks and hearts still pure, their futures unknown.¿Hinnefeld presents her novel in chapters that fluctuate among the varied characters and from a time period that spanned from the 1870`s through 1968. In my opinion, this technique kept the reader on edge from the onset. Absorbing throughout, this attracted the reader with multiple perspectives and the multi-layered depth given by hearing from all three women. This is a deeply reflective and noteworthy historical fiction novel I highly recommend.Wisteria LeighDecember 2010Disclosure: The copy of this book was sent to me for review as a participant in Library Thing¿s Early Reviewer program and represents my unbiased opinion.
Boobalack on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
As the title of this book, which is taken from a ¿The Pilgrim¿s Song¿ by William Walker, indicates, the two main characters, as well as a few of the minor ones, are indeed strangers ¿here below.¿ There is Maze, a talented weaver and an almost-wild Mountain girl, and Mary Elizabeth, an accomplished pianist who just happens to be Black ¿ strangers to each other and to almost everyone else on the campus of the small college where they found themselves to be roommates. I would hazard a guess that they also felt that they were strangers to the world, or at least to the society in which they lived.The author tells the tale of these girls by going back and forth between characters and times. She does it most successfully. Unlike some books that use this technique, this one is easy to follow, which makes it even more interesting.What makes Maze and Mary Elizabeth (soon called ¿M.E.¿ by Maze) tick is revealed through background stories which includes the problems and happenings in the lives of their respective mothers, along with some background information about their respective grandmothers and some other relatives. Such a complicated set of relationships is made understandable by the author¿s ability to keep it simple, while still tangling each tale around the other ones. Amazing! The story follows these girls from college freshmen to young adults, through all their times of joy and their times of despair. They drift apart and come back together more than once, but always there is a connection, such as is found between true friends.This is one novel where one does not have to suspend disbelief, as it is so real in the telling. We discover that even ministers are only human and strange little women can suffer from unrequited love. There are no miracles, and there is no Deus ex machina. Although things do seem to come together at the end, one is left with the chance to reach his/her own conclusions about certain things.I highly recommend this thought-provoking book with its important message, which almost brought me to tears more than once; for example, when Mary Elizabeth finally understood what her aunt had gone through as a very talented Black pianist. To say more would require the use of spoilers, so this review ends here.
GCPLreader on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Like the craft of weaving that plays an important role in the life of one of the novel's central characters and in the culture of Berea College where this novel is based, so the author weaves a lovely, complex narrative of the lives of 3 generations of women. Religion and racism are the driving themes for the alternating storylines. Central to the story are Mary Elizabeth, an African-American pianist, and Maze, the daughter of a single mother from Eastern Kentucky. Despite the setting--1965 rural Kentucky-- the two become lifelong friends as a result of being roommates at Berea. On a personal note, I was drawn to this novel because I am a graduate of Berea College and it was quite rewarding to read of the proud history of integration at this special liberal arts institution.
writestuff on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Mary Elizabeth Cox, a young black woman, is gifted academically and musically. Her fingers float over the piano keys and bring forth amazing classical music. When she arrives at Kentucky¿s Berea College in 1961 she soon discovers that her talent with music will bring her unwanted attention from the white professors and their wives, people who decide she is an exception to the common black student.Mary Elizabeth¿s college roommate is the outspoken and open-minded Amazing Grace Jansen (¿Maze¿) from Appalachia. Maze is a talented weaver whose rich tapestries reflect her own unique personality. Although they differ in temperament and skin color, the two young women share a deeper connection. Both are daughters of damaged women ¿ Maze¿s mother Vista fights a crippling loneliness, and Mary Elizabeth¿s mother Sarah carries the scars of a childhood trauma which have forever disabled her. Both Maze and Mary Elizabeth are drawn to Sister Georgia who is the last remaining member of a small Shaker community, and whose history includes a short tenure as a professor at Berea College.Stranger Here Below is the story of these women ¿ three generations growing up in the South from the late nineteenth century through the turbulent Vietnam years of the late sixties. Joyce Hinnefeld tells their inter-linked stories in a nonlinear fashion, moving back and forth through time and from the multiple points of view of each character. Music plays a large role in the novel and serves as a backdrop to the each of the characters¿ lives: the hand-clapping, foot stomping dance of Sister Georgia¿s worship; the complex and challenging notes of Mary Elizabeth¿s classic compositions; and the country simplicity of Maze¿s hymns. As the threads of the novel come together, there is a rhythm and balance to the narrative which results in a rich, contemplative story of human connectedness.Hinnefeld explores the unique beauty of women¿s friendships against the larger themes of race relations in the South and women¿s rights. Her prose is lush and lyrical; her characters tightly drawn and sensitively portrayed. As the novel unfurled, I was drawn into the lives of these extraordinary women more and more ¿ finding myself thinking of them even when I was not reading. Stranger Here Below is a sad novel, but one that is also filled with hope and renewal. It is a reflective and thoughtful book which demands quiet attention. Readers who are looking for a exquistiely written, literary novel with an exceptional cast of characters will not want to miss this one.Highly recommended.
ReginaR More than 1 year ago
What I can say about this book - is READ IT. Read this book. Read this book. If you enjoy reading and books, this is a story for you. Stranger Here Below is a beautifully written story the centers on several generations of women, who live in the south. Their story is told from the point of view of each woman; the shift is done chapter by chapter, but the transition is smooth and it is never choppy. The story of these women crosses both economic and racial lines, as do their relationships. Additionally, the shift from character to character moves back and forth in time. Gradually the characters and stories are woven together, so that the reader learns the relationships between the different characters and their influences on each other. This book is literary fiction at its best. Each word has weight and adds context to the story. As I was reading, I literally felt like I had climbed into the characters lives. I knew these women and they became my friends. However that summary of this book does not do Stranger Here Below justice. Yes, it is a book told about 5 women who are connected and it is told across different time periods, flashing back to when each woman was younger and then her as a woman. Yes, the book takes place in Kentucky (and also Chicago for a short period of time). Yes, the book addresses issues of race beginning from the time period in the late 1800s through the late 1960s. Yes, the book addresses women's relationships with each other and issues of economics and poverty. Those are all overarching themes, but amazingly the book is more than these themes. The true focus of Stranger Here Below is about loss, love - both in romantic relationships and female friendships. Really, the men are side stories and the story focuses on the women, how they relate to each other, how they support each other, how they hurt each other and how they grow apart. Loss is almost another character in Stranger Here Below -- the loss and devastation caused by the death of family members, the death of close friends, the abandonment by a husband, the casting out by a community, and being left by behind by a parent. Despite the fact that Loss is central to the story, it is not a depressing story and Ms Hinnefeld does not detail the losses in a gory or heartbreaking way. In fact, reading this book made me want to reach out to the women in my life - family members and old friends. I strongly recommend this book.
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kittycrochettwo More than 1 year ago
This is an amazing story of how ties that bind families together can't be broken, but also how sometimes our family is more than just people we are related to. The main characters all have one thing in common, the common bond they have is Berea College. Its 1961 and Amazing Grace Jensen, meets her new roommate Mary Elizabeth Cox at Berea College. Maze was raised by a single mom from Appalachia, and M.E. as Maze liked to call her was the only child of a southern black minister and his wife Sarah. M.E has been sheltered from the truths kept hidden about her mother, truths that isolate her from her talented daughter and husband as well as the women of the community. Sarah had once been a carefree young girl but tragedy changed all of that for her, and she now barely hangs on, but all her daughter knows is that her mom has "fits"and has been trained what to do when her mother has said fits, but as we know the truth always has a way of coming out, and when Sarah winds up in the county home for coloreds because her dad can no longer take care of her , it takes someone from her mothers past to make M.E. understand the heartaches and tragedy her mother has experienced. Maze has issues in her family as well, being raised by a single mother that always had to work hard to keep a roof over their heads, when she winds up taking a job at the Shaker Inn, she could have had no idea how it would impact their lives, this is were their lives start to become intertwined with Sister Georgia, the only remaining shaker in the Pleasant Hill shaker community. Sister Georgia came to the Shaker community after becoming tired of living. Georginea Ward's story takes us back 60 yrs to when she was a teacher at Berea college, she fell in love with a black man which was not accepted by her wealthy father. Georgia ends the relationship but is never really happy and soon wants to stop living, she winds up going back to a place she had visited 30 years earlier, the Shaker community.There she finally finds peace, and acceptance. I was immediately drawn into this story, the author does an excellent job of transitioning between past and present in the telling of this story, adding so much more depth to the characters. I could really feel sympathy for M.E.'s character, often feeling shame for the way her mother was. I really enjoyed reading about the Shaker Religion, something I knew very little about. Sister Georgia was such a gem, with such wisdom and knowledge, if one just takes the time to know her. A story of intertwining lives and the choices they made, makes this a compelling story that is hard to put down. Even though I was provided a review copy of this book from the publisher, Unbridled Books, it in no way alters my opinion of this book.