Above the Fall Line: The Trail from White Pine Cabin

Amy Blackmarr

ISBN 10: 086554901X / ISBN 13: 9780865549012

Published by Mercer University Press, 2003

About this Item

140pp, 2003. Brown cloth hardcover with intact dusrjacket. Signed "A Blackmarr" And inscribed "Amy" on the title page. No marks or tears. Size: 8vo - over 7? - 9?" tall.

Seller Inventory # 010359

Bibliographic Details

• Title: Above the Fall Line: The Trail from White Pine Cabin
• Publisher: Mercer University Press
• Publication Date: 2003
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 086554901X
• ISBN 13: 9780865549012
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition: 1st Edition.
• Condition: Near Fine
• Signed: Inscribed by Author(s)
• Book Type: Book

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Synopsis

Amy Blackmarr to her native Georgia as a "refugee," fleeing a bleak Kansas winter, the trauma of graduate school, and a "loss of identity, confidence, boyfriend and best dog and pride." Now White Pine Cabin, a hut barely big enough to turn around in, becomes the setting for Blackmarr's searing self-examination as she tells the stories that have led her so far inward and works out a trail back toward a happier connection with herself, the land, her God, and the people in her world. With an irony that keeps her prose from sinking into sentiment, Blackmarr writes of her dishonesty in a lost relation, flunking her graduate exams, the inborn racism she was surprised to discover, and the loss of her beloved god Max. But her enduring love for the land brings needed beauty and balance, and her sense of humor won't let us get away without hearing about the ghost by the creek, the beat that comes for her pork roast, the mice that eat a rat snake, and the landfill that swallows her car. Finally, when Blackmarr allows herself to move outside her solitude she always discovers the world's unexpected generosity, and it is this gift that helps heal her and make her aware of the art we create in the interwoven kindnesses we pay each other.

Review

"It was a winter day, cold and sunny and fragrant with wet leaves, when I came to live in Uncle Johnny's Blue Ridge Mountain cabin for a while. I did not plan to stay.... But the raw-boned earnestness of this mountain country, its honest and uncritical affection, took me by surprise... Hiking down the hill to the spring. U.J. had told me about, I stepped over a fallen pine, and its fragrance brought me up short, as though I'd remembered something I had forgotten."