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Bonavere Howl

by (author) Caitlin Galway

Publisher
Guernica Editions
Initial publish date
May 2019
Category
Southern, Occult & Supernatural, Gothic
  • Paperback / softback

    ISBN
    9781771833547
    Publish Date
    May 2019
    List Price
    $25.00

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It is 1955, and the three Fayette sisters have lived their whole lives in the enchanting French Quarter of New Orleans. Though neglected by their parents, they share a close bond with one another--from afternoons in their small, shared bedroom, to trying to speak with ghosts beneath the sweeping trees in their garden. When the middle sister Constance disappears, the family believes she has run away, as she has done before; it is only the youngest--thirteen-year-old Bonavere (known as Bonnie)--who suspects there is more to it. Met only with grief from her family and resistance from the police, Bonnie embarks on a journey to bring her sister home, venturing through fabled Red Honey Swamp, and the city's vibrant and brutal history. Unravelling the layers of her sister's secret life, Bonnie discovers a pattern of girls found half-mad in the Louisiana swampland, and a connection to the wealthy, notorious Lasalle family. To rescue her sister, she must confront the realities of true violence, and the very nature of insanity.

About the author

Caitlin Galway is an author and freelance editor. Her fiction has been published in Riddle Fence, The Broken Social Scene Story Project, the Carter V. Cooper Short Fiction Anthology Series, and by CBC Books. She has won and been shortlisted for numerous contests, and has received multiple literary grants. She studied English Literature at Queen's University.

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Excerpt: Bonavere Howl (by (author) Caitlin Galway)

We packed our grandmother's clothing back into the trunk in silence. Gingery doo-wop played on the radio from underneath the coat we had not bothered to pull off. The mid-sky sun flooded through the window and pressed hard against my cheek, flat and overcooked and ringed in white like a hard-boiled egg. I wrestled with the notion of reporting to our mother and father what had happened, that Connie had left the house when she was not allowed, but it was too daunting, the task of navigating through a barrage of stiff, swishing dresses, everyone so strangely elegant and spritzed in metallic floral clouds, only to be scolded by Mama in front of her guests, all of them cocktail-drunk and horrible by now. Fritzi seemed only marginally concerned, and she was my barometer. I ignored my uneasiness at the backdoor squeaking open, clapping shut. I let the feeling trickle in a thin stream from my chest to my stomach, like the sweat down the small of my back. As the evening crept on, I looked up to find Fritzi with her forehead low against her fingertips. She was standing in the one spot untouched by the marmalade light of our lamp, and the night collected over her like an overhanging shade. "I shouldn't have let her run off in a huff like that." "She'll be back soon, it's almost bedtime," I said. "She'll want to be home before Mama sees and throws a fit." I leaned against the windowsill beside Fritzi, and we stared down at the winding path leading to our house. The sounds of the party travelled out the open front door, between the fluted columns rounding the porch, and blew up to us with the garden's wild bergamot mint and the dawning nostalgia of dead tobacco. Fritzi rested her arm on the windowsill. Her cigarette was clipped absently between her fingers, and spilled its smoke into the air, weaving long, pale furls over the darkened yard. I looked at my sister, who would not lift her eyes from the empty path, almost taunting now in its bareness, where the light that once fell sylphic from the paper lanterns now lay cold beneath the old live oaks.

Editorial Reviews

In true Southern Gothic tradition, Caitlin Galway manages to both unnerve and enchant, cloaking the reader in the perilous sticky heat of the Bayou. This gorgeously layered tale, the story of two mesmeric sisters – one who disappears, and the brave, audacious Bonnie who goes in search of her – haunted me for days.

Carolyn Smart, author of Hooked

Caitlin Galway’s Bonavere Howl is an astonishing debut novel. This story’s lush world, hung with Spanish moss, and “gingery doo-wop” pulsing through ghostly spaces, will hook you. The sheer layered sensuousness of Galway’s story, with its “hanging lilac,” “fresh skeins of lemon-scented geraniums,” and “milky Louisiana iris” will draw you in and make it difficult to put down this book’s haunted swamp-world of family secrets. Galway is an extraordinary writer. What other author could describe a freckle as “a keyhole into the thoughts she kept closed off” – and that’s just the beginning. Gothic deep south, in the hands of a poet. Totally gorgeous.

Jeanette Lynes, author of The Factory Voice (which was long-listed for the Giller) and The Small Things that End the World

The language of this Southern Gothic mystery is swamp-sticky and poetic. Galway's writing is image-filled to the brim, rife with similes that are striking and evocative in their precision ... Galway's prose plays out as a battle between the mental fogs of grief and exhaustion and the urgent logic needed to solve a puzzle of life-or-death. ... Galway's mystery is not devoid of a lesson that engaging in spiritual practices that are not your own, without due care or knowledge, is not only violent in its colonial implications, but dangerous for those who do so ... an engrossing read, and a strong debut.

Room magazine, issue 42.4

Caitlin Galway’s Bonavere Howl is Bayou Gothic, filled with beautiful and atmospheric writing.

Alix Hawley, author of All True Not A Lie In It, Giller-longlisted and Amazon.ca First Novel Award book

Who knew there was a Southern Gothic mystery novelist hiding up here in Toronto? Caitlin Galway's novel is splashed with bayou water and laden with New Orleans scenes ... Galway is a dab hand at Southern dialogue, too. This is a writer to watch.

Globe and Mail

Sisters, folklore, violence, and madness in 1950s New Orleans. Meticulously researched and capriciously imagined, Caitlin Galway has created an entire world for Bonavere and her sisters.

Cathy Marie Buchanan, New York Times bestselling author of The Painted Girls