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The Slow Moon

by Elizabeth Cox

PUBLISHED: 14th August 2007
ISBN: 9780812977707
ANNOTATION:
When an intimate act of violence ripples through a bucolic Southern town, exposing old family secrets and new passions, the members of an entire community are driven to reexamine their relationships and friends in this new novel by the author of "Bargains in the Real World."
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PUBLISHED: 14th August 2007
ISBN: 9780812977707
ANNOTATION:
When an intimate act of violence ripples through a bucolic Southern town, exposing old family secrets and new passions, the members of an entire community are driven to reexamine their relationships and friends in this new novel by the author of "Bargains in the Real World."

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When an intimate act of violence ripples through a bucolic Southern town, exposing old family secrets and new passions, the members of an entire community are driven to reexamine their relationships and friends in this new novel by the author of "Bargains in the Real World."

Publisher Description

On an early spring night in 1991, Sophie and Crow, flushed with anticipation, slip away from a rowdy high school party and sneak off into the woods. Tonight, for the first time, they will make love. An hour later, Sophie lies unconscious, covered with blood, and Crow is crashing through the underbrush, hurling himself into the river to escape the police. . . . What was meant to be an idyllic, intimate evening has turned into a nightmare. Despite Crow's frantic claims of innocence, evidence at the scene suggests his guilt. And Sophie, by now awake in the hospital, refuses to speak, leaving the residents of the couple's seemingly placid Tennessee town to draw their own wildly varying conclusions. If Crow isn't to blame, then who assaulted Sophie, and what compelled Crow to flee? With each answer comes a new set of questions. Elizabeth Cox's vibrant and lyrical narrative revisits the events leading up to the fateful night, then shows how the tragedy reverberates throughout the community, among parents, friends, teachers, and neighbors-all connected to the young lovers, all with a stake in what happens next. As growing suspicions divide the town, a closer look reveals that everyone has something to hide. A compelling and passionate page-turner, "The Slow Moon" waxes full with suspense, a haunting story of innocence lost, lives betrayed, and the courage required to face the truth.

"From the Hardcover edition."

Author Biography

Elizabeth Cox is the author of "Night Talk, The Ragged Way People Fall Out of Love," "Familiar Ground," and the story collection" Bargains in the Real World." She is an instructor at the Bennington Graduate Writing Seminars and teaches at Wofford College in South Carolina, where she shares the John Cobb Chair of the Humanities with her husband, C. Michael Curtis. She lives in Spartanburg, South Carolina.

"From the Hardcover edition."

Review

Advance praise for The Slow Moon "I found myself pausing over the beauty of this book, and wishing I'd been the one to think of it." -Jodi Picoult, author of The Tenth Circle

"Beautifully written and sympathetically imagined, The Slow Moon tells its all-too-timely story without a shred of the sensational or strident. Elizabeth Cox has a sensitive touch, and she brings to rich life a deeply tangled web of characters. This is the kind of book you will read in one long, rewarding sitting." -Rosellen Brown, author of Tender Mercies and Before and After

"Elizabeth Cox writes with assurance, style, and heart. She also does something that is a reader's delight, which is to take risks-successfully. Anytime Elizabeth Cox writes a book, I'll read it." -Elizabeth Berg, author of We Are All Welcome Here and The Year of Pleasures

"I am always searching for the perfect read: A combination of eloquent sentences and a gripping narrative, and I was simply entranced by The Slow Moon. Each character is fully alive, and I savored discovering how one mistake transforms their town. This book is heartbreaking and hopeful." -Amanda Eyre Ward, author of How to Be Lost

Long Description

On an early spring night in 1991, Sophie and Crow, flushed with anticipation, slip away from a rowdy high school party and sneak off into the woods. Tonight, for the first time, they will make love. An hour later, Sophie lies unconscious, covered with blood, and Crow is crashing through the underbrush, hurling himself into the river to escape the police. . . . What was meant to be an idyllic, intimate evening has turned into a nightmare. Despite Crow's frantic claims of innocence, evidence at the scene suggests his guilt. And Sophie, by now awake in the hospital, refuses to speak, leaving the residents of the couple's seemingly placid Tennessee town to draw their own wildly varying conclusions. If Crow isn't to blame, then who assaulted Sophie, and what compelled Crow to flee? With each answer comes a new set of questions. Elizabeth Cox's vibrant and lyrical narrative revisits the events leading up to the fateful night, then shows how the tragedy reverberates throughout the community, among parents, friends, teachers, and neighbors-all connected to the young lovers, all with a stake in what happens next. As growing suspicions divide the town, a closer look reveals that everyone has something to hide. A compelling and passionate page-turner, "The Slow Moon" waxes full with suspense, a haunting story of innocence lost, lives betrayed, and the courage required to face the truth. "From the Hardcover edition."

Review Quote

Advance praise forThe Slow Moon "I found myself pausing over the beauty of this book, and wishing I'd been the one to think of it." Jodi Picoult, author ofThe Tenth Circle "Beautifully written and sympathetically imagined, The Slow Moon tells its all-too-timely story without a shred of the sensational or strident. Elizabeth Cox has a sensitive touch, and she brings to rich life a deeply tangled web of characters. This is the kind of book you will read in one long, rewarding sitting." Rosellen Brown, author ofTender MerciesandBefore and After "Elizabeth Cox writes with assurance, style, and heart. She also does something that is a reader's delight, which is to take riskssuccessfully. Anytime Elizabeth Cox writes a book, I'll read it." Elizabeth Berg, author ofWe Are All Welcome HereandThe Year of Pleasures "I am always searching for the perfect read: A combination of eloquent sentences and a gripping narrative, and I was simply entranced by The Slow Moon. Each character is fully alive, and I savored discovering how one mistake transforms their town. This book is heartbreaking and hopeful."

Discussion Question for Reading Group Guide

  1. Why do you think Elizabeth Cox chose the lines from Alfred, Lord Tennyson's poem "Ulysses" to open her story? 2. Born and raised in Tennessee, Elizabeth Cox fills The Slow Moon with rich details about life in a small Southern town. How important is the novel's setting? Could the same story have unfolded in a big city? Did the attitudes and personalities of the residents of South Pittsburgh remind you of anyone you know? 3. As the story builds, the attack on Sophie Chabot is repeated through the eyes of more than one character, and the details of what really happened that night are gradually revealed. How did this affect your impression of the main characters who were directly involved in the crime? 4. How would you describe the romantic relationships between the teenagers in The Slow Moon , as compared to the courtships and intimacy that Cox portrays in their parents' generation? 5. What dark family secrets are the Davenports and the Baileys hiding, and who else in town is concealing something important? Is it better to keep family secrets buried, or is it healthier for people to reveal the skeletons in their closets? 6. Bringing out the truth and facing up to it is a central theme in The Slow Moon . Which characters are the bravest at confronting the truth, and who does the best job of ignoring it? 7. Several of the parents and guardians portrayed in the novel take their responsibilities seriously, asking themselvesand one anotherhard questions about the best way to raise and protect a child. Can you recall a good example of this? What particular challenges do Aurelia and Rita face as single parents? 8. How would you describe the relationships between Crow, Bobby, Antony, and their respective fathers? What do they have in common? And ultimately, how strongly are the sons affected by their fathers' life choices? 9. Carl treats his sons, Johnny and Crow, very differently. Why does he do this, and what affect does it have on the two boys? Is Helen right when she accuses her husband of loving Johnny more than Crow? 10. Consider some of the key friendships in The Slow Moon: between Helen and Louise, Crow and Bobby, Sophie and Grace, and E.G. Hollis and Charlie Post. What makes these relationships so strong and believable? 11. When the police start questioning Sophie's classmates about the night she was attacked, Antony's grandmother fears that he will be implicated in the crime simply because he is African American. Do you think that she is overreacting, or is this still a powerful concern in twenty-first-century America? 12. After those responsible for the attack on Sophie are jailed, they are visited by several members of the community. Do the perpetrators deserve this kindness, and if so, why? What motivates their visitors to stop by? 13. What gives Sophie the strength to heal? 14. What do you make of the graphic episode that takes place during the October Carnival, when Mackey's monkeys spin out of control? Does this scene shed new light on the human violence that appears earlier in the novel? 15. At the story's conclusion, what do you think will happen to Sophie and Crow? Has justice been done?

Excerpt from Book

One So on that April evening in South Pittsburg, Tennessee, with spring just beginning, a copper moon rose, balanced like a huge persimmon, and two young teenagers, Crow Davenport and his girl Sophie, left a party and walked into the woods toward the river to be alone. They were quiet as they walked. "You okay?" Crow asked her. They had already talked about what they would do tonight. "I keep thinking somebody''s following us," said Sophie. Her voice sounded thrilled, expectant. "Who would follow us?" said Crow. "I don''t know." "Don''t you want to do this?" Crow felt eager but would acquiesce if Sophie changed her mind. "No. I do." She looked around. "I do want to." "Then what''s the matter?" said Crow. He carried a small blanket from the house under his arm. "Don''t you hear something?" Sophie asked. "An owl, maybe." They kept walking. Crow put his arm around her waist and pushed tree limbs away from her head. "Wish I could see it," said Sophie. "Yeah." Crow began to rub her shoulders, touching her long dark hair. "If I could see it, I''d draw it," she told him. Sophie''s school notebooks were filled with drawings, and even though those drawings were not the first thing Crow had noticed, her notebook was something he could ask her about. Their first conversation was about how well she could draw. "Right now?" he asked. "You''d want to draw something now?" He leaned her body against a tree and kissed her. He had kissed her the first time in her house, the odor of honeysuckle coming in like mist. They had heard a dog barking across the street. Crow had shown Sophie a slick gray stone that he carried in his pocket and asked if she liked it. She said she did, so he gave it to her, then kissed her on the lips, barely--a wing of moth. But his desire to kiss her now felt urgent. Wind chimes hung on porches, sounding like temple bells. "Let''s stay here," said Sophie, and she led him deeper into the trees. And for a short while the night seemed to stop. "Put the blanket down," she urged. "We can lie on these leaves." Here, at the mouth of a creek leading to the Tennessee River, in early evening, near the home where the Fairchilds lived--both parents away--a party was going on, alive with teenage bodies and hard music. But these two had wandered away from the party. Their love for each other made them feel separate from the others, better. The day had been warm, with a brief rain, and the air hung like blue milk. "Nobody''ll see us," Crow tried to reassure himself. "Most everybody''s drunk by now anyway, or stoned." "I feel a little drunk myself," Sophie confessed. "You''re not used to it," Crow said. "Well, that part''s true." "Sophie," he said, and kissed her again. He had not kissed her like this before. The creek widened, and from where they sat they heard water lap against the banks of sand and river foam. With no adults around, their dreams of pale longing increased in size. They believed they were grown. Flashes of heat lightning flickered, made them dizzy. Sophie stepped backward, laughing. Flushed with pleasure, she caught Crow''s arm and said, "Let''s lie down." Crow pulled her onto the blanket. He put his arm around her, and they sat listening to the woods around them. "I heard something," Crow said, pulling back. Sophie looked startled and turned toward the river. She was sitting with one leg up, her chin resting on her knee. Her skin downy white with a mole beside her ear at the hairline. To Crow, looking at her, nothing seemed diminished, nothing seemed small or uninteresting. "I''m just kidding." He tousled her hair. Sophie stretched her neck like a cat about to purr. "You want to go on down closer to the river?" he asked. "No." Sophie touched his leg. "You want to stay here?" Then she did something Crow had not imagined her doing, or rather imagined himself doing for her. She began to unbutton her shirt, fumbling. She leaned forward and removed it, unhooked her bra. Pieces of white cloth moved down her arms. She seemed like someone in a movie, her glossy hair, the line of her cheek. The wind scuttled through the trees, riffling the leaves. Crow could not believe her skin shining in the dark. For a moment he did not move, then she reached to unbutton his shirt. Crow''s chest and arms were big-muscled. He wasn''t handsome, but he had a strong, manly appearance that made girls hum with pleasure when they saw him for the first time. Sophie settled into a comfortable position. They kissed each other carefully, as if handling a glass object. He pulled her skirt off, and as he kissed her breasts, her nipples grew hard. "Sophie," Crow whispered. Her hair spread on the ground, her face open, his hand on her breast. Then he rose above her. "Sophie. Sophie." He shuddered with desire. "I know," she told him, but she looked uneasy. "Have you ever done this before?" Her voice sounded shaky. "Not really," he told her. "I mean, not like this." She didn''t ask what he meant. The only other time Crow had had a woman was down by the railroad tracks when Tom, Casey, and Bobby paid for Eileen''s services on his fifteenth birthday. They gave him five condoms. The woman was thirty-something, and she cost fifty dollars. He hadn''t liked it as much as he thought he would, but he liked it enough to think of her every night for two weeks afterward. The best part being that his friends knew he was no longer a virgin. He wouldn''t tell Sophie about Eileen, but he was glad to feel the confidence of experience. "Have you?" He didn''t think she had. He felt caught by the perfume of her body. She let him stroke her arms and legs. She made him feel slow-witted. As Crow moved on top of her, she parted her legs slightly, willing. She did not urge him to wait or stop. He touched her thighs, between her thighs. He looked at her white, papery skin and the thick tuft of dark hair. When Crow looked back at her face, her mouth seemed edgy, and a hot-blooded certainty came running toward him like a horse. For a long while they urged each other with odd angles of arms and legs, a wild symmetry of touch and whisperings that moved them into a mood of perfect order. "I want to go inside you." His words were a question, but he was almost inside her already, pushing. Sophie did not resist, but then said, "Wait, wait." "No, please. Let me. Sophie, please." "Do you have something, Crow? Aren''t you going to use something?" "Shit." He seemed awake now. "What?" "Oh, shit. I think I came a little bit." "But don''t you have something?" They had talked about using something the first time. "It''s in the car. In the glove compartment." "I think we should--" "Okay." He cursed himself for leaving the condom behind. "I''ll get it." He leapt up, pulled on his underwear. The car was parked down the street in a church parking lot. No one had parked in the Fairchilds'' driveway. "Hurry," Sophie said. She looked trembly, but determined. "I will." He laughed and slipped on his shoes. "I will." He left his shirt, pants, and wallet in a pile on the ground. "Your shirt," Sophie whispered. "You forgot your shirt." "It''s okay," he said. "This won''t take long." Sophie covered herself with his shirt and pulled on her panties. Crow hurried through the woods toward the parking lot. There must have been ten cars parked there. He found his car, opened the glove compartment, and grabbed the package of condoms. For one brief instant he wondered if they should go through with this. He already felt foolish. But Sophie was waiting for him. Her hair and mouth, her skin that smelled like oranges. He started toward the woods. But at that moment he heard a pickup drive into the lot, a group of girls laughing. He ducked down beside the car. When they laughed, he thought they had seen him in his underwear, were going to make fun of him, but they were only teasing each other. They got out of the truck and lit cigarettes. He was going to have to stay until they left. He recognized their voices. The girls took their time. Crow cursed his bad luck and waited. His legs began to cramp from squatting. The girls laughed louder, lit more cigarettes. Sophie would wonder what was taking him so long. After what seemed a long while, Crow decided to risk embarrassment; but just then one of the girls grew impatient and began to urge everyone toward the house. Crow stumbled into the woods. He pictured Sophie''s face, her long legs. He could hardly wait to touch her again, and grew excited even while running. But when he got to the place where they had been, Sophie wasn''t there. He called to her. No answer. He called again. Then he saw something, something white, further in the woods, and walked slowly toward it. "Sophie?" She didn''t answer but moved slightly. "Oh, shit. Oh, Christ. Sophie, is that you?" He heard her moan, and as he stood over her, he saw that she had blood on her legs and hands. "Damn." She seemed to be unconscious. "Sophie? Sophie? What happened?" But before he could lean to touch her, he heard a police siren and a car pull up near the house. Blue lights flashed in the driveway; men headed through th

Product Details

Author
Elizabeth Cox
Short Title
SLOW MOON
Pages
309
Publisher
Random House Trade
Language
English
ISBN-10
081297770X
ISBN-13
9780812977707
Media
Book
Format
Paperback
Year
2007
Publication Date
2007-08-31
Residence
Littleton, MA, US
Country of Publication
United States
Audience
General/Trade
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