“This is the book I’ve always wanted to write.”
-Anne George
A family gathers at the old homestead on Mobile Bay after the untimely death of one of their own, and the Sullivans must carry out the unfavorable last wish of the aunt and sister for whom it has come to mourn. Bound by blood, marriage, illicit alliances, and a terrible secret still buried, those left behind must deal with bittersweet memories and words left unspoken. And in the often mysterious lands of the deep South, where love and hatred run deep and close, dissension often simmers just beneath the surface. Yet in the unforgettable, almost forbidden place of pain and love, loss and passion, each of the family will discover truths long buried in silence.
Anne Carroll George has created a brilliant portrait of a Southern family, captured in a moment of searing intensity and lyric truth. In this thought-provoking novel—that reads at times more like prose than fiction—rich wisdom and deep understanding binds this compelling saga in the 20th century - and tells a story that is truly timeless.
A novel of scenes. Mystery. Magic.
“The Bay. It draws her these last few nights of her dying.”
Published in 1999, This One and Magic Life was such an prized book of mystery, episodic weaving, and poetic prose that it was widely discussed about being nominated for the National Book Award. It has been an inspiration and a book of study for many including one of the South’s most loved writers, Fannie Flag and her novel, The Whole Town's Talking.
The acclaim Anne received when it was first published still rings true. And new readers are feeling the magic.
“The Deep South is still a mystery. It is even a mystery to those who live there. Live oaks trailing spanish moss wisper and move around during the night. sometimes they move next door. A Mystery. But that’s the way things are.”
–This One and Magic Life
“For:
Alice Anne Carroll, my grandmother
Emily Carroll Bell, my mother
Alice Carroll George Davidson, my daughter
Emily Anne Davidson, my granddaughter
How impossible to contend
where I stop and you begin.”