A man murdered during Katrina in a hotel room two blocks from her art-restoration studio was closely tied to a part of Johanna’s past that she would like kept secret. But missing from the crime scene is a valuable artwork painted in 1926 by a renowned Belgian artist that might bring it all back.
An acquaintance, Clay Fontenot, who has enabled a wide variety of personal violations in his life, some of which he has enjoyed, is the scion of a powerful New Orleans family.
And Marion is an artist and masseuse from the Quarter who has returned after Katrina to rebuild her life.
When Eli, a convicted art thief, is sent to find the missing painting, all of their stories weave together in the slightly deranged halls of the Quarter.
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About the Author
Elise Blackwell is the author of four previous novels: Hunger, The Unnatural History of Cypress Parish, Grub, and An Unfinished Score. Her short stories and essays have been widely published, and her work has been named to various best-of-the-year lists, translated into several languages, and adapted for the stage as well as a song by The Decemberists. She teaches at the University of South Carolina, where she is also organizer and host of The Open Book.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Elise Blackwell is one of those rare writers who is as talented as she is hard-working. Her meticulous prose leads you hurtling towards an unforeseeable climax, all the while convincing you with innumerable details that she has led 1,000 lives. There are no cliches. There are no missteps. There are no boring parts. When you read Ms. Blackwell, ladies and gentlemen, you are in the hands of a master. I won’t give a plot summary here of The Lower Quarter – you can read that elsewhere – but I will tell you that if you are reading this and are considering buying the book, do yourself a favor and don’t hesitate. Buy it, read it, then buy and read her others. You are on the cusp of receiving a wonderful gift. Your older brother has just brought home an album by this British band called Led Zeppelin. Your mother is trying to convince you to try cheesecake. Your father is offering you a sip of a sour-smelling drink called beer.