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This “fiercely written and endlessly readable” novel of a teenage girl in thrall to a magnetic—and terrifying—preacher who promises to save her dying town is “a godsend” (Entertainment Weekly). Drought has settled on the town of Peaches, California. The area of the Central Valley where fourteen–year–old Lacey May and her alcoholic mother live was once an agricultural paradise. Now it’s an environmental disaster, a place of cracked earth and barren raisin farms. In their desperation, residents have turned to a cult leader named Pastor Vern for guidance. He promises, through secret “assignments,” to bring the rain everybody is praying for. Lacey has no reason to doubt the pastor. But then her life explodes in a single unimaginable act of abandonment: her mother, exiled from the community for her sins, leaves Lacey and runs off with a man she barely knows. Abandoned and distraught, Lacey May moves in with her widowed grandma, Cherry, who is more concerned with her taxidermy mouse collection than her own granddaughter. As Lacey May endures the increasingly appalling acts of men who want to write all the rules and begins to uncover the full extent of Pastor Vern’s shocking plan to bring fertility back to the land, she decides she must go on a quest to find her mother no matter what it takes. With her only guidance coming from the romance novels she reads and the unlikely companionship of the women who knew her mother, she must find her own way through unthinkable circumstances. Possessed of an unstoppable plot and a brilliantly soulful voice, Godshot is a book of grit and humor and heart, a debut novel about female friendship and resilience, mother–loss and motherhood, and seeking salvation in unexpected places. It introduces a writer who gives Flannery O’Connor’s Gothic parables a Californian twist and who emerges with a miracle that is all her own. “[A] haunting debut . . . This is a harrowing tale, which Bieker smartly writes through the lens of a teenager on the cusp of understanding the often fraught relationship between religion and sexuality . . . It's a timely and disturbing portrait of how easily men can take advantage of vulnerable women—and the consequences sink in more deeply with each page."—Annabel Gutterman, Time “Drawn in brilliant, bizarre detail—baptism in warm soda, wisdom from romance novels—Lacey's twin crises of faith and femininity tangle powerfully. Fiercely written and endlessly readable, a novel like this is a godsend. A–.”—Mary Sollosi, Entertainment Weekly “[An] absolute masterpiece . . . Imagine if Annie Proulx wrote something like White Oleander crossed with Geek Love or Cruddy, and then add cults, God, motherhood, girlhood, class, deserts, witches, the divinity of women . . . Terrifying, resplendent, and profoundly moving, this book will leave you changed." —T Kira Madden, author of Long Live the Tribe of Fatherless Girls
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When I was in the Peace Corps, our country director would always tell us, “You're not here to suffer,” by which he meant that Peace Corps volunteers often have a mindset of, “Well, I'm supposed to be roughing it and I'm here to help people, so I guess I should just put up with XYZ unacceptable behavior.” This was both a funny thing to hear repeatedly and also reassuring.
Anyway, I picked up this book because it had a sparkly gold cover and it had something to do with cults, and I like sparkles and I'm interested in cults. This book seems to be about a fairly standard-issue patriarchal cult with one questionably charismatic male leader who is interested in subjugating all the women of his flock. It was hard for me to tell if this is meant to be a satire or not–the cult leader's name is Vern and people say things like “In Vern we trust” which seem comical to me, but it's set against some extremely grim details and I didn't make it very far into this book.
I got a few chapters in and it was clearly just very gritty and bleak in a way that I'm not generally interested in reading. And then in chapter 4 there was a detailed description of a dead cat on the highway as well as a metaphorical anecdote about how that same cat had previously killed her own kittens because she wasn't ready to be a mother, and the book's child narrator discovered the dead kittens.
And I read that, and I kept going for one more chapter, and then I said to myself, “You're not here to suffer,” and I did myself the favor of returning this book to the library.
If you are a cult enthusiast with a stronger stomach than I have, perhaps you will appreciate this book. It's pretty clearly not for me.
This is a cult story, and it's a story of mothers and daughters. Of loving and trusting and wanting to believe, despite running up against people and ideas that don't deserve your love and trust. All the description of the drought, the heat, the lack of water, the thirst, the stickiness of soda .. was very visceral. Similar the crippling sensation of being locked into a place, an upbringing, a culture - that seems impossible to escape. There's a punk vibe to this, with the cheap glam and glitter of it all, the level of sexual explicitness, and its cool attitude towards that (despite the protagonist being rather young), which I enjoyed but feel could have pushed a bit further. Because of the plot I'd compare it to [b:The Girls 26893819 The Girls Emma Cline https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1492065338l/26893819.SY75.jpg 42856015], and it has a similar US writing-program vibe to it, but I definitely enjoyed this one more.