Utina, Florida, is a fictional town between Jacksonville and
St. Augustine. Since I live in the
vicinity (just across the intracoastal), I relished the references to familiar
places. However, I found the plot and
characters a little too clichéd, and the prose struck me as a little too
folksy—like Joshilyn Jackson, maybe. The
Bravo family (what a name!) is full of
mischievous but charming boys, starting with Dean, who woos the beautiful, Arla
Bolton, convinces her to marry him, and then chops up her foot in a
water-skiing accident on their honeymoon.
Arla has certainly married beneath her social status, and now she has to
walk with a cane. Fast forward to 40-odd
years later. Arla’s son Frank, the
conscience of the novel, is in love with his brother Carson’s wife and dreams
of relocating to an out-of-the-way spot in the North Carolina mountains. His opportunity arises when an Atlanta developer
offers millions of dollars for the family property. The tragic death of Frank and Carson’s
brother Will at the age of fifteen still looms over the family and prompts Dean
to abandon them not long after Will’s death.
To me, this novel descends into soap opera territory, and I found it
neither funny nor engrossing, and the ending left me disappointed. Also, I think it propagates the stereotype of
Southerners as mean, drunk, or stupid. Frank,
Carson, and Dean all share some responsibility for poor Will’s demise, but
their guilt, especially in the case of Carson and Dean, just drives them to
behave badly, rather than to earn some level of redemption by changing their
wicked ways. Frank, on the other hand,
has two nicknames—Saint Frank and Frank the Prank. I get the first one, because he is the caring
and responsible one, but I’m not sure what the author had in mind with the
other nickname. Sure, he likes to pull
the occasional practical joke, and maybe the author just wanted to give Frank a
little more personality. He’s bighearted
enough to bail an acquaintance named Tip out of jail, but Tip is back in the
slammer before you know it. I rooted for
Frank all the way, but he was still your basic doormat.
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