Calling
Me Home, the new novel by Julie Kibler, is a moving look at race
relations and ill-fated love back in the 1930s as well as an examination of
friendship between two very different women.
Dorrie Curtis is a single mother raising two kids and trying to
make a living as a hairdresser. When
she meets eighty nine year old Isabelle McAllister, she is a bit wary. Isabelle, a white woman, does not
exhibit any racist behaviors, but she does earn the nickname “Miss Misarabelle”
because of her cranky attitude. Dorrie, an African American woman, is a
bit surprised when Miss Isabelle asks Dorrie to drive her to a funeral in
Cincinnati. But, in an effort to learn more about Isabelle, whose hair she has
been doing for five years, Dorrie agrees to drop everything and go. But whose funeral is it?
Dorrie
has troubles of her own. She
is divorced from a man that was not marriage material, and her son and daughter
are teens. She has entered
into a relationship with Teague, who seems to be a good man, but then
again—Dorrie has experienced her share of men who seemed to be perfect at first
and then end up losers.
On the
way, Isabelle and Dorrie complete crossword puzzles stop to eat, and Isabelle
begins opening up about her childhood in 1930s Kentucky. She lived in a town much like other
small Southern towns—a combination of good old boys, small town values, and
rampant racism. While black
people were free to work as domestics, they had better not be out after
dark. The signs outside the
town warn everyone of this ironclad rule.
Isabelle is the child of the town doctor, and she begins an
illicit relationship with Robert, the son of her family’s maid. Robert, a fine young man, is aware of
the repercussions of their relationship, even if Isabelle, in her youth and
naïveté, seems willing to take the risks. Their relationship does not go
unnoticed by Isabelle’s domineering mother and her doltish brothers. How will this relationship
proceed? What will the
consequences be for Robert and Isabelle?
I enjoyed Calling
Me Home immensely. Told in chapters alternating between
the present (in Dorrie’s voice) and the 1930s (Isabelle’s voice), I felt as
though each character rang true. I
could almost imagine myself back in Kentucky in the 1930s. The unfolding of the friendship
between the two characters felt authentic, and I enjoyed their
interactions. Though their
friendship was an unlikely one, it was touching and warmhearted. I loved the supporting characters as
well. Each is well drawn
and engaging.
At its heart a tale of forbidden love as well as enduring
friendship, Calling Me Home was poignant and compelling. I cried a little—fair warning! Extremely well written, sensitive, and
warmhearted.
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Regina
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