Shaking Out the Dead, by K.M. Cholewa
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Shaking Out the Dead, by K.M. Cholewa
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“K.M. Cholewa is a muscular writer. Everyone will find a character to identify with in SHAKING OUT THE DEAD and it won’t be the same for everyone. Read it with a friend. Read it in a book group. You’ll want to talk about it. Cholewa’s writing is hard to put down. Praise for a strong voice in literature!” – Leah Joki, author of Juilliard to Jail “Tight, implacable, penetrating, honest. Sometimes, because they have to, the characters flinch, but never the prose…This is a brave and ambitious book.” – Mark Costello, author of The Murphy Stories “I highly recommend this novel to anyone daring to meet this wonderful cast of characters and fall into their world that is as rich as the real one we live in.” – Literarily Illumined “SHAKING OUT THE DEAD is a meditative work of dramatic fiction, often compared to the work of Alice Munro (and rightly so), that will remain in readers’ hearts long after the last tear-stained page is turned! Cholewa is a writer to watch and relish very carefully now and in the future! This reviewer believes Cholewa stands in a unique place as a contemporary fiction author! Highly recommended!” – Crystal Book Reviews Geneva is a 62-year-old woman for whom love is a lesson. Paris is a 29-year-old man for whom love is a feat. Tatum is a 34-year-old woman for whom love is a tragedy. But because love is none of these things, none know love. Over the course of four seasons in Southwestern Montana, all of that will change. A poetic journey through the landscape of the human heart, reminiscent of the work of Alice Munro and Richard Ford, SHAKING OUT THE DEAD is a novel that will take residence in your soul.
Shaking Out the Dead, by K.M. Cholewa- Amazon Sales Rank: #826318 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-06-01
- Released on: 2015-06-01
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Review “K.M. Cholewa is a muscular writer. Everyone will find a character to identify with in Shaking Out the Dead and it won’t be the same for everyone. Read it with a friend. Read it in a book group. You’ll want to talk about it. Cholewa’s writing is hard to put down. Praise for a strong voice in literature!”– Leah Joki, author of Juilliard to Jail“Tight, implacable, penetrating, honest. Sometimes, because they have to, the characters flinch, but never the prose...This is a brave and ambitious book.”– Mark Costello, author of The Murphy Stories“Shaking Out The Dead is the product of an author in command of her tools…the story will carry you along to a destination you will not expect.”– The View from the Phlipside“Sharp, poetic and painfully honest, this book is for anyone who has ever loved.”– Cayacosta 72“You will be cheering and crying along with the characters.”– Book Bug“I highly recommend this novel to anyone daring to meet this wonderful cast of characters and fall into their world that is as rich as the real one we live in.”– Literarily Illumined“Shaking Out the Dead is a meditative work of dramatic fiction, often compared to the work of Alice Munro (and rightly so), that will remain in readers’ hearts long after the last tear-stained page is turned! Cholewa is a writer to watch and relish very carefully now and in the future! This reviewer believes Cholewa stands in a unique place as a contemporary fiction author! Highly recommended!”– Crystal Book Reviews
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. By noon, sloppy ice dollops of rain smacked the windshield like bugs. Great gusts of wind shoved the Celica but it bounced back and held its ground. The roads were empty. Tatum’s car buzzed along under the black blanket of sky. Weather-wise, it appeared that the going might get tough so Tatum pulled off the highway at an exit that promised a Genuine Cowboy Town so she could take a break before a potential stretch of white-knuckling it.But the sign had lied. Beyond the Sinclair dinosaur at the exit was a short main drag. The road was dirt and the sidewalks were wood and raised off the street, boardwalk-style. Beyond the stores’ front doors (some painted to look like swinging ones) were pharmacies, beauty salons, hardware and feed shops. The whole place looked closed and deserted, but it was just an ordinary town, quiet, behind a cowboy veneer. Tatum reached the end of the main drag which ended abruptly in a field. She pulled into the last parking slot on the block and got out to stretch. “Guess I better hitch up the car,” she said, pretending to tie it like a horse, trying to get into the spirit of things. They stepped up onto the boardwalk. The dime store had an ancient children’s ride in front of it. An elephant, a pony, and a fish were dressed in circus regalia, saddled and ready to spin in a small circle. “How do you think a fish made it into the circus?” Tatum asked Rachael. The silence that followed was promising. Rachael didn’t answer, but Tatum thought she was considering the question. Acknowledging absurdity is one of the first steps towards healing. “Want to take a spin?” she offered Rachael. Rachael looked at Tatum and rolled her eyes. Tatum didn’t care. She wanted to see its action, hear what little ditty it might play. She dug in her pocket for change. A dime slipped from her hand as she dropped the change into the slot. As she bent to retrieve it, she thought of Paris. He always bothered to pick up stray change from a sidewalk. It wasn’t because he was cheap. It was because he was unwilling to ignore its value. The ride cranked into action. Surprisingly, the ditty was a circus-y version of "Both Sides Now." Tatum would’ve put her money on "When the Saints Go Marching In."“Rock on,” Tatum said, watching it turn.Rachael refused to be charmed. She walked away past the ride to the edge of the raised boardwalk. She looked out onto a knapweed infested field, dead and broken, in the November chill. Tatum stared at the back of Rachael’s head as the elephant, fish, and pony paraded in circles. She was still thinking of Paris and found herself seeing the image of Rachael before her through Paris’ eyes: a child’s silhouette framed on three sides by the wooden walk, the awning above, and the side of the building. The coat open and askew on her shoulders. The kiddie ride in the foreground. The dead field in the distance. But Tatum knew that Paris would see her in the frame, too. He would look at the person looking, see Tatum seeing Rachael. And, if he ever wanted to, he would be able to see Rachael seeing Tatum, too.A sudden discomfort brought Tatum’s hand to her neck. She rubbed at it, unconsciously. Paris would see her through Rachael’s eyes. Through the family eye. Families can reduce us, sum a person up in reference to a single bad day in grade school, or excellent grades in math. The athlete. The smart one. The sensitive one (spoken with a sneer). And, of course, the black sheep. It was bad enough having the family idea of her living in her own head, Tatum thought, but at least there, it could remain secret.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful. Read It and Weep for Joy. I don't think we have seen the last of Kate Cholewa. By Chris Dorsi Montana author Kate Cholewa has crafted a masterful first novel that will change the way you relate to those around you. She has endowed the most unlikely cast of characters--a short order cook, an orphaned child, a Native American undertaker--with both the unerring wisdom of sages and strong doses of human frailty. There is no single protagonist in this tale. The handful of principle characters move through their lives together, sharing their joys and disappointments as best friends and family members do. The reader will often end up rooting for everyone involved. There are indeed stories of death here. Disappointment and heartbreak and betrayal make their appearances, too. But the storyline is woven around the stunningly honest and insightful responses the characters have to these travails, and it almost always rings true. Cholewa has imbedded profound philosophical tidbits into both the narrative and dialogue of this story, and you'll find yourself stopped short, time after time, to go back and confirm that it's true: she has artfully described, and then honestly solved, another mystery of the human existence. And she does it page after page with deft skill. Cholewa builds scenes as would a talented set carpenter. The primary action takes place in only a few venues-two living rooms, a hallway, a backyard, a basement apartment, a downtown diner, a shack in the country-so the reader will gain an intuitive and intimate knowledge each locale. The descriptions of place are stunningly beautiful and apt. The characters imbue each place--and this is an amazing thing about Cholewa's work--with a fabric of existence that is so palpably real you'll sometimes wonder if you've actually been to or dreamt of these places before. It's a potent combination of interpersonal drama and neutral narrative that will catch you off-guard, draw you in, then provide an occasional breather. You'll not read this book with detachment. This book has a soundtrack of sorts. The character Geneva, an endearing and quirky middle-aged woman who lives in half a duplex shared with her best friend, is an expert at musical self-medication. At any juncture in her life she puts on music, searching among an enviable collection of vinyl to ferret out the tune that will properly adjust her perception of the moment:"She zeroed in on the band, Traffic. She owned two of their albums, the same two anyone who had Traffic albums would have, Mr. Fantasy and Low Spark. She pulled Low Spark from the shelf and let it glide from its sleeve. She placed it on the turntable and skipped to the title track....The needle hit the groove and from the friction between the two came the sound of piano and sax, coming on, moving in as though approaching from a distance. Geneva had stepped backward away from the turntable. A puttering of bongos, seeming to mind their own business, did their thing, a self-involved rhythm, while the chords of a piano minded the beat. Geneva dropped her robe over the arm of a chair and stood in the middle of the room where the effect from the stereo was best appreciated. There, she raised her arms forward, slowly, leading with the backs of her wrists. She let them rise to Frankenstein level and held them there, suspended, shoulders relaxing before she released her arms slowly back to her sides. Reaching up, then, out from her hips, she stretched her arms overhead toward the ceiling and then dipped into a hip. The sound was still all sax and chords and bongos as Geneva alternated arms and alternated hips, reaching with one as she dipped with the other. She eased into harmony, into synch, if not with the universe, if not with the voices in her head, then at least with this song. She rolled her shoulders up and back as the vocals broke through.....The stretching, and the hash, did its work on her. She felt her blood in her veins. Body and spirit reintegrated. The combination amounted, for Geneva, to sexuality. Her sense of it. A mixed blessing, it was, to have that pot stirred." This extraordinary story may be a stretch for some readers. It deals face-on with some of the gnarliest mysteries of human behavior. Is it acceptable, for example, to engage in sexual intercourse with your lawfully wedded spouse who is deep in the abyss of Alzheimer's disease? And how exactly do you do so? Under what conditions of desire and charity is it a good idea engage in oral sex in a janitor's closet? And what exactly is the etiquette for those receiving a blowjob? Cholewa crafts the details of these and other encounters with such a loving and insightful touch that you'll be thinking, "Yeah, that's the way I would have done it!" In the course of this story, nearly all the characters stumble over their own feet (with one notable exception, but I won't give it away). Their foibles include abandoning family, spurning love, and floundering in the face of commitment, and though some characters rarely get it right, each manages to craft an occasional epiphany. These usually spring from critical spiritual truisms that are captured in this story far more effectively than they ever were by the original proponents. One warning though: for some readers, the constant delivery of enlightenment may wear thin. I never could figure out, for example, what the Qabalistic Tree of Life had to do with in the story. But I have to admit: the author has crafted such a stunningly accurate and honest take on the complicated mosaic of the human condition, that it's no surprise some of it would have gone over my head. Maybe I'll get it when I read it again. I don't think we've read the last of Kate Cholewa. If Shaking Out the Dead is any indication, her work has the potential to gain a loyal following. Buy a copy of this book so you can tell your friends that you read it as a first edition. Read it and weep, then wake up the next day and notice how things have shifted.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. Love is Risky Business! By Viviane Crystal Paris of Montana is not the cowboy image one would expect from his looks; rather, he’s more like a sage or guru whose presence seems to bring peace to whoever crosses his path. That path lies within a diner where late-night drinker, whores, and other riff-raff settle in for the free soup Paris offers. He’s made it a place “to belong” for those who are nameless and have no connection to anyone or anywhere. If one asked Paris what mission he was trying to accomplish, he couldn’t tell – he just did as he saw fit without any fanfare or hope for acclaim! Love is action it appears but is that enough?Tatum’s definition of love and connection is without definition. At the beginning of this novel, she’s rushed off to see her dying sister but unfortunately made it too late. Now all she has is memories and a niece, Rachel, who will be returning to Montana with her as her father says he “needs a break from all this.” Rachel’s anger is palpable; it feels like fury! All that emotion makes it hard for Tatum to mourn the loss of her sister, ironic indeed as there was never much outward love between them. Why did they so dislike, even hate, each other? Tatum reflects that there really isn’t a tangible reason; it’s just the way it was an evolved to an even greater ambivalence! But now Tatum is to be a temporary mother to a young teen who wants nothing more than to be left alone! Mourning the loss of love turns out to be the gigantic obstacle to receiving or sharing love!Genevieve is an older, wise woman who has created her own little independent world, a woman seeking balance and peace in a world where chaos and rejection rule the day, or so it seems! At one point, she realizes that history repeats itself not because we don’t remember but because we torturously repeat the memories and become locked in their destructive, rather than lovely, tendencies. Can she who is such a source of wisdom and peace, albeit starkly expressed, access the same for her own mental and emotional turmoil. But before one stereotypes this woman, beware as she’s one rebel and feisty woman bound to shock readers quite a few times before this memorable story ends.This is the story of those would need love so desperately, how they move closer and closer toward its fulfillment and how it all evolves and then comes to a dramatic conclusion for everyone involved. Tatum is the most honest as she recognizes the cost of letting go and opening up to what could be hers at any moment. The others are too locked in the past but will be shocked into the present in a scene full of unintended agony and violence.Shaking Out the Dead: A Novel is a meditative work of dramatic fiction, often compared to the work of Alice Munro (and rightly so), that will remain in readers’ hearts long after the last tear-stained page is turned! Cholewa is a writer to watch and relish very carefully now and in the future! This reviewer believes she stands in a unique place as a contemporary fiction author! Highly recommended!
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. I enjoyed so much about this thought provoking book By Jess I enjoyed so much about reading this book. I was drawn in by instantly likable and relatable characters, and then fascinated following them as they tried to figure out how to be good and happy people while dealing with a sometimes rough reality. The overall story was thought provoking and filled with message, but there were also so many interesting ideas infused into the story that you don't have to wait for the end of the book to feel like your mind has been fed. The Montana backdrop, the real moments, and the beautiful thoughts make this story different from anything else I've read. A sometimes sad, sometimes fun, always intriguing book that I highly recommend!
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