The Gin Girl
A sultry Florida adventure complete with drug dealers, a hurricane, a snake woman selling—and occasionally dispensing—venom, this first novel offers plenty of setting and surprises. Set in northern Florida, which anyone familiar with Florida knows is not of Florida, just as Florida is not of the South, we follow a barmaid returning to her island home after hearing her dead father calling to her in a dream, “It’s time to come home, Mary.” And for her it is time, after several years of wandering the country. But the tranquility of a homecoming and settling down aren’t in the cards, even though she lands a waitress job at the bar her childhood sweetheart used to own. Mary immediately becomes obsessed with learning the “facts,” about her childhood sweetheart’s murder. But facts are slippery, especially when people want to hide them. And when people sorely want to hide facts, searching them out can become dangerous. . . .
ISBN, trade paper: 1931982171, $14.95 Sale $7.50
ISBN, library edition: 978-1931982177, $25.00 Sale $12.50
River Jordan is a playwright and an avid promoter of the written word. She lives between swamps and saltwaters of the Gulf Coast for now, though she soon will move to Nashville. River has done a good deal of work for the Florida Network of Children’s Advocacy and for the Northwest Florida Regional Library. This is her first novel. She is presently working on another.
from the Book:
The night I had the dream, I was in
Memphis. It was unbearably hot, made hotter by the fact that there had been no
warning of the coming heat. From the comfortable air of a languid southern
winter, to a furnace blast like the dog days of August, we were engulfed by
humidity. There arose in the city a communal understanding: we were all being
assaulted by the same curse. Strangers would look at each other on the streets
or in bars and shake their heads as if to say, “Why? What have we done to
deserve this?” But there was no answer forthcoming, although I occasionally
suspected it was because of something I had left undone. Something of primary
importance, overlooked on my part, for which the entire southern region was now
having to pay penance.