lover of old books, old wine, old things, and old men: March 2010

It is 1872, Agate Hill, North Carolina. On her thirteenth birthday, Molly Petree peeps out the chink of a window from her secret hiding place up in the eaves of a tumbledown old plantation house to survey a world gone wild, all expectations overthrown, all order gone. “I know I am a spitfire and a burden,” she begins her diary. “I do not care. My family is a dead family, and this is not my home, for I am a refugee girl…but evil or good I will write it all down every true thing in black and white upon the page, for evil or good it is my own true life and I WILL have it. I will.”

Carefully she places the diary in her treasured “box of phenomena” which will contain “letters, poems, songs, court records, marbles, rocks, dolls, and a large collection of bones, some human and some not” by the time it is found during a historic renovation project in 2003.

The contents of Molly’s box make up this extraordinary novel which chronicles her passionate, picaresque journey across” the whole curve of the earth” –through love, betrayal, motherhood, a murder trial---and finally back to Agate Hill to end her days under circumstances that even she could never have imagined.

Kirkus Reviews:

The story of a self-described "ghost girl" who survives the Civil War devastation that claims her family is told in the North Carolina author's rich, complex 12th novel(after The Last Girls, 2002). Spirited orphan Molly Petree's diary and correspondence describe her childhood at Agate Hill plantation, raised among the large extended family of her Uncle Junius Hall, a well-meaning patriarch too passive to resist tenant farmer's widow Selena Vogell, who installs herself as housekeeper, marries him and emerges triumphant, as Agate Hill's occupants disperse-among them adolescent Molly, claimed as the ward of her late father's best friend and battlefield companion Simon Black.

Molly's student years at highfalutin' Gatewood Academy are revealed through the diaries of its unstable headmistress Mariah Snow and her sensible sister, teacher Agnes Rutherford, who'll accompany Molly on the next leg of her journey: to the one-room Bobcat School in the "Lost Province" of western North Carolina near the Tennessee border, where Molly seeks escape from Simon Black's recurring reappearances by agreeing to marry a "rich boy" she doesn't love. Fate then intervenes in the person of lusty country singer Jacky Jarvis, and, as his first cousin BJ discloses, Molly's blissful union with Jacky endures despite a wrenching succession of stillborn children (their tiny graves "Just a row of rock babies up on the mountain like a little stone wall"), until he is murdered and Molly stands accused of the crime.

Her story ends back on Agate Hill, once again in her diary's words, as she nurses Simon Black during his last days, and finally learns the true nature of his claim on her. An authentic American saga, bittersweet as an Appalachian ballad, peopled with wonderfully vivid characters, so brilliantly constructed we never even notice the quilt-like artfulness of its design.

One of those books you can either roam contentedly around in for days, or devour at once, in a rush of pure pleasure. Take your pick. (Agent: Liz Darhansoff/Darhansoff, Verrill, Feldman Literary Agents)

A dusty box discovered in the wreckage of a once prosperous plantation on Agate Hill in North Carolina contains the remnants of an extraordinary life: diaries, letters, poems, songs, newspaper clippings, court records, marbles, rocks, dolls, and bones. It's through these treasured mementos that we meet Molly Petree, the heroine of Lee Smith's novel.

Raised in those ruins and orphaned by the Civil War, Molly is a refugee who has no interest in self-pity. When a mysterious benefactor appears out of her father's past to rescue her, she never looks back. Spanning half a century, On Agate Hill follows Molly's passionate, picaresque journey through love, betrayal, motherhood, a murder trial--and back home again, under circumstances she never could have imagined.

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1. Early on, Molly writes in her diary, “I want to be a real girl and live as hard as I can in this world, I dont want to lie in the bed like Mama or be sick like Mary White. Or be a lady. I would rather work my fingers to the bone and die like Fan-nie. I want to live so hard and love so much I will use myself all the way up like a candle, it seems to me like this is the point of it all, not Heaven” (page 78). This says so much about Molly’s character. How do you think Molly came to reach this conclusion about her aspirations, and how do you think it shapes what hap-pens later on in her life?

2. How do Nicky Eck’s crimes against Molly affect the rest of her life?

3. On Agate Hill is a story within a story, told from many different perspectives. The novel opens with a letter from Tuscany Miller, a university student from the present day who is looking into her own past and the pasts of those who lived at her father’s (Ava’s) new home. What parallels can you draw from both stories, and why do you suppose the author chose to set it up this way? How would the book be different if the author left out the Tuscany Miller thread altogether?

4. Why does Mariah Snow take an immediate dislike to Molly? Is this a clue to what happened in Mariah’s past? Do you believe people like or dislike other people because they possess similar qualities (either positive or negative)?

5. At the beginning of the chapter titled “Paradise Lost,” Agnes Rutherford de-scribes Agate Hill in a letter to her sister, Mariah Snow. She says that it is “sur-rounded by an air of loneliness” and “Defeat. Failure. Loss. Decay” (page 132). She goes on to say that “the interior of the house was so unkept as to appear ran-sacked” (page 135). This is far different from what we are led to believe from reading Molly’s journal. How do you think your reading experience would’ve been affected by knowing the true state of the plantation right from the very be-ginning?

6. What do you make of the author’s choice to write a majority of the novel in journal entries and letters? How would the novel be different if she had chosen to tell the story using straight prose?

7. In the September 22, 1873, letter to her sister, Agnes relays the story of how Molly first came to be accepted by her peers at Gatewood Academy (page 157). Why did the rest of the girls choose to accept Molly instead of shunning her after Ida and Adeline Brown made fun of her background? What does this say about girls and group mentality?

8. In her May 3, 1874, journal entry, Mariah Snow writes (referring to women), “We lose our names as we lose our Youth, our Beauty, & our Lives” (page 163). What does this say about her character? About how women were treated in gen-eral at that time? How is that different from how women are treated now? Do you know women who feel the way Mariah does? Do you feel that way about your life?

9. What do you think happened to Mary White?

10. In the beginning of the section titled “Up on Bobcat,” Agnes writes in her “Final Impressions,” “I wonder if I could have done anything different, if I could perhaps have waited and chosen a less drastic course, and what would have hap-pened then . . . but it is impossible to wrest a decision out of its time and place, and even now I cannot think what I should have done” (page 219). In your opin-ion, could things have been different? What are other possible outcomes? Would a different outcome make the story less or more interesting in your opinion?

11. When Simon Black visits Molly in the mountains in February (page 241), Molly doesn’t discuss with Agnes what transpired between them. What do you suppose was said?

12. After Jacky’s funeral, why do you think Molly asks BJ to take her to Icy Hin-shaw’s cabin, and then leaves without saying a word? Later, she asks BJ to give Icy and her children her house, the one she shared with Jacky. She says, “take care of them, for they are Jacky’s. They are yours” (page 325). What exactly does she mean by this?

13. Who do you believe killed Jacky (with the first shot in the stomach, not the second shot in his neck)? Why do you suppose BJ helped Molly cover up what really happened to Jacky?

14. Discuss this quote: “love lives not in places nor even bodies but in the spaces between them, the long and lovely sweep of air and sky, and in the living heart and memory until that is gone too, and we are all wanderers, as we have always been, upon the earth” (page 328).

15. What are the reasons behind Molly’s decision to go back to Agate Hill in the end? How does this illustrate the change in Molly from the beginning of her life to the end of it?

16. Which character do you relate to the most in the book, and why?

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A Conversation with the Author

Q: There are so many narrative layers to your novel, including, of course, the rich historical material. How much research did you do in the writing of On Agate Hill? And what was the process? Did you do research first and then write or did you do research as you were writing?

LS: I’d never thought about writing a historical novel in my life. The only time I’d ever used history in my previous books was when I was writing about the lives of the older mountain women I was privileged to grow up among—lives I consid-ered heroic and wrote about in novels such as Fair and Tender Ladies and Oral History.

But then my husband and I moved into a very old house next to a Civil War cemetery in Hillsborough, North Carolina, where we found heartbreakingly short dates and “C.S.A.” carved into many of its mossy stones. I started walking my dogs in this cemetery at dusk, trying to imagine these lives. And I visited the county historical museum right down on the corner and its friendly curator, Dr. Ernest Dollar, a recent PhD from the Southern studies program down in Chapel Hill—a young man on fire with history. Ernie gave me a dusty diary kept by a young girl in boarding school in the 1870s. “You might be interested in this,” he said.

But best of all was the old man who came knocking on our front door before we had even unpacked our stacked-up boxes. “Honey,” he rasped, wheezing and leaning on his cane, “Let me in. I’ve got to tell you a story about your house”—the words every novelist is dying to hear! It turned out to be a story about obses-sive love, which in turn came to obsess me.

Q: So what was the next step?

LS: I started reading and couldn’t quit. I read for a couple of years, immersing myself in books, letters, diaries, and journals about the Civil War and Reconstruction periods. First it was a pleasure, then an addiction. I was especially fascinated to learn how many, many Southerners of all races and stations were refugees of one kind or another, displaced by the war. The roads were clogged. Everybody was on the move. Everybody was far from home. This sense of displacement reso-nated with me. It reminded me of an old gospel song I used to hear while I was growing up, “I am a pilgrim and a stranger, traveling o’er this wearisome land.”

Finally I realized that I was going to write a novel.

Q: Talk a bit about Tuscany. At what point did she make her entrance? Did she in-troduce herself to you before Molly did?

LS: Tuscany is always with me, sort of an alter ego, I guess (I was once Miss Bitumi-nous Coal). Some readers hate Tuscany because they think she is such a ditz, but I have to confess, I love her. Here, she and Molly have some character traits in common, I think. They are both spunky girls who make some bad choices, and they both come through hard times to a new understanding of their lives.

But I put Tuscany in this book for another—and very important—reason, as well. As a founding fellow at the Duke Center for Documentary Studies and a lifelong oral historian, I have always been struck by the haphazard, arbitrary na-ture of history. History doesn’t care who finds it, you know. It might just as well be Tuscany as, say, Arthur Schlesinger, or any other famous historian. And what we come to accept as historical truth—the official version—depends entirely on what information happens to come to light, and how: who finds it, who interprets it, how it is disseminated and publicized . . . and who knows how many boxes or artifacts and documents are sitting right now up under how many eaves, just wait-ing to be discovered by a carpenter? This idea has always fascinated me.

Q: There’s a heartbreaking ballad at the pivotal moment in the story. Did you write this ballad yourself?

LS: The ballad form comes naturally to me, perhaps because I grew up on ballads and stories. Sometimes I think that our sense of language is forever formed by how we first heard speech—by who was talking to us, or singing to us, and under what circumstances and how they sounded. My sense of narrative was formed by sit-ting out on the porch listening to stories and songs, often sung or told by some-body who loved me. So I am more of a storyteller than a writer, in a way, and On Agate Hill is more like a ballad than a book—it’s episodic; it’s tragic and violent; its themes are the classic ballad themes of love, loss, and betrayal; and there are various kinds of repetitions holding it together.

Q: That probably explains the intimate way the novel unfolds. But what inspired the moments of magic realism—Molly and her best friend see fairies, for instance; the farm animals kneel at Christmas; and Virgil and Old Bess fly away over the snow.

LS: Well, a novelist is like a magpie—you are always gathering up bright little bits of memory or lore or information. Over time this becomes a “habit of being,” to use Flannery O’Connor’s term. Sometimes you’re not even aware of it—but then when you need it, there it is. I didn’t consciously set out to write magic realism; those moments just happened while I was in the act of writing those scenes. If I think hard, though, I know where two of them came from: my best friend and I really did believe that we saw fairies in the woods when we were little girls, and there is an old Appalachian legend that all the farm animals kneel wherever they are, in the barn or the pasture, at midnight on Christmas Eve. As for Virgil and Old Bess, that was a complete surprise to me. I could see them rise up over the snow in my mind’s eye as they left Agate Hill. Months later, while I was visiting my son and his family in Nashville, I was amazed to pick up a book of plantation history and read that the flying slave is a familiar motif—an obvious emblem of freedom—in slave narratives. So, go figure.

Q: How incredibly satisfying that must have been! Was that the most surprising thing that happened in the course of writing the book?

LS: It was one of the most surprising things that happened in the book—and a harbin-ger of things to come. Sometimes, if a novelist has done her homework (so she doesn’t have to break the flow by stopping to look up a date, for instance, or fig-ure out what color somebody’s hair was back in chapter one), she gets very, very lucky: the characters really do take over, and the book takes on a thrilling life of its own, and all you have to do is hold on to your hat! Or your pen, or your com-puter, as the case might be. Just show up for work and wait with bated breath to find out what’s going to happen next. It’s like transcribing rather than writing. This has only happened to me twice before, but it happened here. I was aston-ished (and very moved) by the last part of the novel. I mean, I knew that Molly would return to Agate Hill, but I never suspected the turns that her life would take there, or even the very existence of Juney. He just appeared like a blessing in the end.

Q: As Molly took over, did you find yourself judging her or disagreeing with her actions? Or any of the other characters’, for that matter?

LS: Of course, there’s a part of me that is practically screaming, “Don’t do it, honey!” when she runs off with Jacky . . . that same part of me that desperately wanted her to marry Ben Valiant, such a fine young man, or even the more dubious Hender-son Hanes, who could have at least offered her some measure of security, which she has never had. But Molly is off on a different journey, one that will take her from being a “ghost girl” hidden away in her cubbyhole, chronicling rather than participating in her own life, to a “real girl” who will finally “give all her heart” and “live as hard and love so much I will use myself all the way up like a candle.” It’s that old question, whether one should follow the head or the heart. Molly makes her own choices and takes control of her own life, for better or worse, a hard thing for a woman to do in those times, and I admire her for it. I’ve always been kind of a candle girl myself.

Q: Did you keep a journal while you were growing up? Do you keep one now?

LS: I did keep a little official diary, with a lock and key, when I was a child. Now I fill up notebook after notebook with not only my own experiences and observa-tions but also with sketches, notes on whatever I’m reading, story ideas, place descriptions, lines of dialogue overheard in the line at the grocery store, whatever hits me. Lists, recipes, and phone numbers often appear in these pages, too. Ob-viously, I’m a born scribbler! So the diary format comes natural to me. And since I had steeped myself in diaries of the period, Molly’s more formal language came natural, too. I have always loved the diary form anyway, for the intimacy it im-mediately establishes with the reader and the instantaneous character develop-ment it affords. I love to read diaries as well as write them.

Q: Reviewers have compared On Agate Hill to Anne of Green Gables, Jane Eyre, even to Faulkner’s Absalom, Absalom! In what ways have these books informed or not informed your novel? Are there certain authors or books that have shaped and influenced you as a writer?

LS: Well, I’m honored by these comparisons. Actually I have never read Anne of Green Gables, but Absalom, Absalom! and Jane Eyre are touchstones in my life—books I have read and taught several times. I’d have to say that William Faulkner has been a major influence on my work, as he has on twentieth- century writing as a whole. In twenty-five major works, he gave us twenty-five different narrative strategies, opening up the form of the novel forever. I’m sure that my fascination with first-person voice derives from him—especially from As I Lay Dying and The Sound and the Fury, with their multiple narrators. And cer-tainly his themes of race, loss, memory, place, and the importance of the past can be found here in On Agate Hill. As for Jane Eyre, one radio interviewer referred to my book as “Jane Eyre with sex”—I got a good laugh out of that, but had to admit it was not so far from the truth! There’s the boarding school section, and I suppose that Simon Black is a mysterious figure akin in some ways to Mr. Roch-ester. But Molly is very much her own girl and always has been, ever since she took pen in hand and wrote, “I am a spitfire and a burden.”

Q: Who’s got a hold of your pen now?

LS: Zelda Fitzgerald, for one. I’m researching a novella about her tragic, glamorous life right now, and I’ve got a country music star with another story waiting in the wings. I seem to be gravitating toward shorter fiction at the moment, and I’m just full of ideas, very stimulated by working in this different form for a while. So, stay tuned!

© Copyright 2010 by Lee Smith. Reprinted with permission by Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill. All rights reserved.

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Yesterday HAS Sutton died of a massive heart attack. They said he walked down the stairs and someone was knocking at the door and when he didn't get it Alice went down the stairs and he was laying there. He was just here a while back to turn my water off because my payment got lost and we talked. I really liked and loved HAS he was always so nice to me and a very nice person. I remember him driving his mustang around when I was in High School. He had the coolist mustang. I remember when he married Alice and Heather was a baby and she cried and I had to take her out of the church. I think he was there eating lunch the day I went to look for my Dad because he didn't return to work. When Bob and I were first married and all the family farmed together I would see him all the time and he was always good to me. I have such good memories of him and his wonderful family. He and Alice have a love story. He waited for her They dated in high school and she married but he never did until she got a divorce and then the married and had 3 girls. I feel for them because they are losing their Dad young like I did and it tears a whole in your heart.
he had some hard times when he and johnney quit farming together I know when all that happened I became even more terrified of the same thing happening to B& R Sutton and me losing all of Mom and Dad's inheritence which was just another knife in our marriage. They have done fine though and are still farming. That is what you get for worrying about the future. Farm Credit always made me list my assets and then sign the guarentee and I was so afraid of losing what meant so much to my Mom. It was such pressure with no
control. Just like all the money I lost in Farmline. I sometimes forget all that history. Anyway how sad to go on without HAS in this world. I hope when he died he went right into the arms of Mable and Jr. and incrediable peace.

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