Graceland,
by Nancy Crochiere.
Ex-TV
Soap Star Olivia Grant wants to go to Memphis, Tennessee one last time: she intends the trip to be her Swansong, her
last flamboyant gesture before she takes her final wheezy breath from the
oxygen cylinder that has been her constant companion for decades, thanks to her
youthful 60 per day Camel habit – and she intends to expire, not in a hospital
bed (she abhors hospitals) but at Graceland, home of The King Himself, Elvis.
The
glitch in all her meticulous planning is her daughter Hope, Olivia’s planned
chauffeur: she refuses to make the trip
from Boston, citing heavy work commitments, not to mention parental
responsibilities, but the real truth is that they do NOT get on. The idea of spending more than hours in her
mother’s company is akin to the Chinese Water Torture to Hope. Sorry, can’t be done.
Which
is unacceptable to Olivia. Okay, she’s
prepared to admit that she wasn’t up-to-snuff as a parent, especially as she
did all her filming in LA and they lived in Memphis, but the trip to Graceland
is her dying wish – she’s going, dammit, and Hope’s daughter Dylan, pink-haired
teenage rebel extraordinaire, will be the chauffeur in her notoriously
unreliable VW Beetle. Shove THAT up your
nether regions, daughter dear!
Daughter
dear, when she realises what has happened, is naturally appalled, not for the
obvious reasons that an old lady and a 16 year-old are travelling in an
unroadworthy vehicle several thousand miles to grant the old B’s last selfish
wish, but for the fact that 17 years ago, Hope left Memphis in a tearing hurry,
pregnant and covered in shame and self-loathing, for she was paid to leave and
take her secrets with her: if ever she
returned to Memphis the shite would truly hit the fan. Now, Hope has no choice: she has to get her daughter away from Memphis
and exposure to several painful truths, not the least of which is the identity
of Dylan’s father.
This
is Nancy Crochiere’s debut novel, and what a road trip it is – each protagonist
has their own chapters, and their perceptions of each are a revelation,
especially Dylan’s relationship with her grandmother; sometimes being a generation removed fosters
a respect and intimacy that is seen in her mother as being restrictive and
smothering. To add even more spice to
the mix of characters, Hope’s travel companion is her cousin George, a
true-blue friend-in-need – with one major flaw:
he’s a cross-dresser, adores women’s clothes and wears them at every
opportunity. Which creates many problems
as he’s 6’5”. Ms Crochiere has created
three generations of women hampered by their perceptions, but always ready to
forgive, and to love each other.
Feel-good writing at its best. FIVE STARS.
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