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Galveston the setting for ‚??Drowning House‚??


February 20. 2013 4:48AM
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Houston resident Elizabeth Black makes a notable debut with The Drowning House, a multigenerational, thrillingly evocative and witty novel that spans the decades between the devastating 1900 Galveston hurricane and the island circa 1990.


Black amusingly elicits Texas from the first page: I knew I was in Texas when I swerved to avoid a shape by the side of the road, says protagonist Clare Porterfield, driving in from New York. I stopped and backed up to confirm that the shape was a chest of drawers. I'd lived away long enough to find the sight incongruous.


But it all came back to me at once, the things I'd seen abandoned at the side of the road in Texas. It was what you might expect in a country at war – personal belongings strewn along the side of the road or on the frontier, when travelers came this way as a last resort. In the days when ‘Gone to Texas' meant you were desperate.


That kind of observational and descriptive skill is a good part of what makes The Drowning House so engrossing.


Clare, a photographer, returns to Galveston (she's BOI, or Born on the Island, which means, quite adamantly, one of us) ostensibly to direct an art exhibition. In truth, she's gone to Texas because she, too, is desperate – to get away from reminders of her child's death and subsequently tortured marriage.


Two mysteries drive the story and interrupt Clare's exhibit research, which has a distinctly minor role in the narrative. One is from 1900, when a young woman allegedly drowned in the historic Carraday house next door, caught by her long hair on a chandelier as the water rose and trapped her. The other is an incident from Clare's teenage years that also involved a death and her and her boyfriend's hasty exile from the island.


Black excels at summoning the unique culture of Galveston, its tragic past and scruffy present, a town that easily could have been as important a shipping center as Houston or New Orleans till Mother Nature literally sank any hope of greatness.


Her only major misstep is in trying to stuff too much into one book, and in doing so, leaving a lot of strings either tangled or untied too late.


Yet maybe that's part of the point. In Galveston, things never turn out quite as one might expect or want, and enigmas tend to stay just that. The Spanish, after all, called it Malhado – island of misfortune.




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