What a Heaven's For
late nineteenth-century models (think Middlemarch) to build her book, and she shares the love of detail, politics, and the historical moment those earlier novelists used as they slowly built their characters. This local novelist also obviously enjoys playing on the edge of older styles. For instance, consider this description of a cold morning on the American prairie: "The intricate geometry of frost lacing the windows would have been quite beautiful had it not introduced within the frozen world without." It's a lovely sentence, and it could have been written 150 years ago as part of a pastoral English setting.
But it wasn't, of course. It was written by a contemporary novelist writing a book placed in North Dakota, right at the time in the late 1800s when railroad moguls were running roughshod over the territory, planning to make as much money as they could, grabbing land and selling it to northern European immigrants, then gouging those new farmers to ship their produce back on the new railroads. Greed decided everything--from where a state capital ended up (Pierre, South Dakota!?!) to who married or slept with whom. One of the most beautiful landscapes on earth (or beautiful for those who love the uncluttered and seemingly infinite prairie) becomes the stage where some of the worst human characteristics are displayed. Or what's a heaven for?