Дэвид Балдаччи - Wish You Well

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Precocious 12-year-old Louisa Mae Cardinal lives in the hectic New York City of 1940 with her family. Then tragedy strikes--and Lou and her younger brother, Oz, must go with their invalid mother to live on their great- grandmother's farm in the Virginia mountains.
Suddenly Lou finds herself coming of age in a new landscape, making her first true friend, and experiencing adventures tragic, comic, and audacious. But the forces of greed and justice are about to clash over her new home . . . and as their struggle is played out in a crowded Virginia courtroom, it will determine the future of two children, an entire town, and the mountains they love.
### Amazon.com Review
David Baldacci has made a name for himself crafting big, burly legal thrillers with larger-than-life plots. However, *Wish You Well* , set in his native Virginia, is a tale of hope and wonder and "something of a miracle" just itching to happen. This shift from contentious urbanites to homespun hill families may come as a surprise to some of Baldacci's fans--but they can rest assured: the author's sense of pacing and exuberant prose have made the leap as well.
The year is 1940. After a car accident kills 12-year-old Lou's and 7-year-old Oz's father and leaves their mother Amanda in a catatonic trance, the children find themselves sent from New York City to their great-grandmother Louisa's farm in Virginia. Louisa's hardscrabble existence comes as a profound shock to precocious Lou and her shy brother. Still struggling to absorb their abandonment, they enter gamely into a life that tests them at every turn--and offers unimaginable rewards. For Lou, who dreams of following in her father's literary footsteps, the misty, craggy Appalachians and the equally rugged individuals who make the mountains their home quickly become invested with an almost mythic significance:
> They took metal cups from nails on the wall and dipped them in the water, and then sat outside and drank. Louisa picked up the green leaves of a mountain spurge growing next to the springhouse, which revealed beautiful purple blossoms completely hidden underneath. "One of God's little secrets," she explained. Lou sat there, cup cradled between her dimpled knees, watching and listening to her great-grandmother in the pleasant shade...
Baldacci switches deftly between lovingly detailed character description (an area in which his debt to Laura Ingalls Wilder and Harper Lee seems evident) and patient development of the novel's central plot. If that plot is a trifle transparent--no one will be surprised by Amanda's miraculous recovery or by the children's eventual battle with the nefarious forces of industry in an attempt to save their great-grandmother's farm--neither reader nor character is the worse for it. After all, nostalgia is about remembering things one already knows. *--Kelly Flynn*
### From Publishers Weekly
Baldacci is writing what? That waspish question buzzed around publishing circles when Warner announced that the bestselling author of The Simple Truth, Absolute Power and other turbo-thrillers—an author generally esteemed more for his plots than for his characters or prose—was trying his hand at mainstream fiction, with a mid-century period novel set in the rural South, no less. Shades of John Grisham and A Painted House. But guess what? Clearly inspired by his subject—his maternal ancestors, he reveals in a foreword, hail from the mountain area he writes about here with such strength—Baldacci triumphs with his best novel yet, an utterly captivating drama centered on the difficult adjustment to rural life faced by two children when their New York City existence shatters in an auto accident. That tragedy, which opens the book with a flourish, sees acclaimed but impecunious riter Jack Cardinal dead, his wife in a coma and their daughter, Lou, 12, and son, Oz, seven, forced to move to the southwestern Virginia farm of their aged great-grandmother, Louisa. Several questions propel the subsequent story with vigor. Will the siblings learn to accept, even to love, their new life? Will their mother regain consciousness? And—in a development that takes the narrative into familiar Baldacci territory for a gripping legal showdown—will Louisa lose her land to industrial interests? Baldacci exults in high melodrama here, and it doesn't always work: the death of one major character will wring tears from the stoniest eyes, but the reappearance of another, though equally hanky-friendly, is outright manipulative. Even so, what the novel offers above all is bone-deep emotional truth, as its myriad characters—each, except for one cartoonish villain, as real as readers' own kin—grapple not just with issues of life and death but with the sufferings and joys of daily existence in a setting detailed with finely attuned attention and a warm sense of wonder. This novel has a huge heart—and millions of readers are going to love it. Agent, Aaron Priest. 600,000 first printing; 3-city author tour; simultaneous Time Warner Audiobook; foreign rights sold in the U.K., Bulgaria, Italy, Germany, Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Holland, Turkey; world Spanish rights sold. (One-day laydown, Oct. 24)
Copyright 2000 Reed Business Information, Inc.

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“Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was my grandfather’s great-grandfather. I guess that’s the easiest way to put it.”

“Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Gosh!”

“Yeah, gosh!” Oz said, though in fact he had no idea who they were talking about.

“Yes, gosh indeed. I wanted to be a writer since I was a child.”

“Well, why aren’t you?” asked Lou.

Cotton smiled. “While I can appreciate inspired, well-crafted writing better than most, I’m absolutely confounded when attempting to do it myself. Maybe that’s why I came here after I got my law degree. As far from Longfellow’s Boston as one can be. I’m not a particularly good lawyer, but I get by. And it gives me time to read those who can write well.” He cleared his throat and recited in a pleasant voice: “Often I think of the beautiful town, that is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down—”

Lou took up the verse: “The pleasant streets of that dear old town. And my youth comes back to me.”

Cotton looked impressed. “You can quote Longfellow?”

“He was one of my dad’s favorites.”

He held up the book he was carrying. “And this is one of my favorite writers.”

Lou glanced at the book. “That’s the first novel my dad ever wrote.”

“Have you read it?”

“My dad read part of it to me. A mother loses her only son, thinks she’s all alone. It’s very sad.”

“But it’s also a story of healing, Lou. Of one helping another.” He paused. “I’m going to read it to your mother.”

“Dad already read all his books to her,” she said coldly.

Cotton realized what he had just done. “Lou, I’m not trying to replace your father.”

She stood. “He was a real writer. He didn’t have to go around quoting other people.”

Cotton stood too. “I am sure if your father were here he would tell you that there is no shame in repeating the words of others. That it’s a show of respect, in fact. And I have the greatest respect for your father’s talents.”

“You think it might help? Reading to her,” said Oz.

“Waste your time if you want.” Lou walked off.

“It’s okay with me if you read to her,” said Oz.

Cotton shook the boy’s hand. “Thank you much for your permission, Oz. I’ll do my best.”

“Come on, Oz, there’s chores to do,” called Lou.

As Oz ran off, Cotton glanced down at the book and then went inside. Louisa was in the kitchen.

“You here to do your reading?” she asked.

“Well, that was my thinking, but Lou made it very clear she doesn’t want me to read from her father’s books. And maybe she’s right.”

Louisa looked out the window and saw Lou and Oz disappear into the barn. “Well, I tell you what, I got lots of letters Jack wrote to me over the years. They’s some he sent me from college that I always liked. He use some big words then I ain’t know what they mean, but the letters’ still nice. Why don’t you read those to her? See, Cotton, my thinking is it ain’t what folks read to her that’s important. I think the best thing is for us to spend time with her, to let Amanda know we ain’t give up hope.”

Cotton smiled. “You are a wise woman, Louisa. I think that’s a fine idea.”

Lou carried the coal bucket in and filled the bin next to the fireplace. Then she crept to the hallway and listened. Murmurs of a single voice drifted down the hall. She scooted back outside and stared at Cotton’s car, the curiosity bug finally getting the better of her. She ran around the side of the house and came up under her mother’s bedroom window. The window was open, but it was too high for her to look in. She stood on tiptoe, but that didn’t work either.

“Hey there.”

She whirled around and saw Diamond. She grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the window. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that,” she said.

“Sorry,” he said, smiling.

She noticed he had something behind his back. “What do you have there?”

“Where?”

“Right there behind your back, Diamond.”

“Oh, that. Well, you see I was just walking down by the meadow, and, well, they was just sitting there all purty like. And swear to Jesus they was saying your name.”

“What was?”

Diamond pulled out a bunch of yellow crocuses and handed them to her.

Lou was touched, but of course she didn’t want to show it. She said thank you to Diamond and gave him a hard smack on the back that made him cough.

“I didn’t see you at school today, Diamond.”

“Oh, well.” He pawed the ground with one bare foot, gripped his overalls, and looked everywhere except at Lou. “Hey, what you be doing at that window when I come up?” he finally said.

Lou forgot about school for now. She had an idea, and like Diamond, she wished to defer the explanation behind her actions. “You want to help me with something?”

A few moments later, Diamond fidgeted some, and Lou smacked him on the head to make him be still. This was easy for her to do since she was sitting on his shoulders while peering into her mother’s room. Amanda was propped in the bed. Cotton was in the rocking chair next to her, reading. Lou noted with surprise that he was not reading from the novel he had brought, but rather from a letter he was holding. And Lou had to admit, the man had a pleasant voice.

Cotton had selected the letter he was reading from a number Louisa had given him. This letter, he had thought, was particularly appropriate.

“Well, Louisa, you’ll be pleased to know the memories of the mountain are as strong right now as the day I left three years ago. In fact, it is rather easy for me to transport myself back to the high rock in Virginia. I simply close my eyes, and I immediately see many examples of reliable friends parceled here and there, like favorite books kept in special places. You know the stand of river birch down by the creek. Well, when their branches pressed together, I always imagined they were imparting secrets to each other. Then right in front of me a wisp of does and fawns creep along the fringe where your plowed fields snuggle up against the hardwood. Then I look to the sky and follow the jagged flight of irascible black crows, and then settle upon a solitary hawk tacked against a sky of cobalt blue.

“That sky. Oh, that sky. You told me so many times that up on the mountain it seems you can just reach up and take it, hold it in your hand, stroke it like a dozing cat, admire its abundant grace. I always found it to be a generous blanket I just wanted to wrap myself in, Louisa, take a long nap on the porch with as I settled under its cool warmth. And when night came, I would always hold the memory of that sky tight and fast, as though an honored dream, right up to the smoldering pink of sunrise.

“I also remember you telling me that you often looked out upon your land knowing full well that it never truly belonged to you, no more than you could hold deed to the sunlight or save up the air you breathed. I sometimes imagine many of our line standing at the door of the farmhouse and staring out at that same ground. But, at some point, the Cardinal family will all be gone. After that, my dear Louisa, you take heart, for the sweep of open land across the valley, the race of busy rivers, and the gentle bumps of green-shrouded hills, with little beads of light poking out here and there, like bits of sly gold— they all will continue on. And they won’t be worse off either, for our mortal dabbling in their forever existence, seeing that God made them to last forever, as you’ve also told me so many times.

“Though I have a new life now, and am enjoying the city for the most part, I will never forget that the passing down of memories is the strongest link in the gossamer bridge that binds us as people. I plan to devote my life to doing just that. And if you taught me anything, it’s that what we hold in our hearts is truly the fiercest component of our humanity.”

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