“Is a story unheard a story diminished?” asks Kent’s heroine.Devotion is the author’s emphatic answer. When the archive fails us,fiction offers a vital kind of truth.
It is 1836 and the Prussian village of Kay is one of the country’s last Lutheran outposts – an island of old faith in a merciless sea of Calvinist reform. The local pastor has been banished,and the church doors are bolted shut. The congregation meets for furtive services in the pine forest,and year after year the elders petition the government for permission to leave,to find a place to worship in freedom.
In this world of faithful certainty – of “whitewash and wood shingle” – our teenage narrator,Hanne Nussbaum,is teetering on the sharp edge of womanhood. Other girls her age are eager for the changes to come,filling their hope chests with conscientious little needlepoints and dreaming of husbands,but to Hanne,the softening of her body feels like a kind of erasure.
When Hanne encounters ghostly Thea,a new arrival to Kay,their friendship is immediate,vehement,exultant:a mutual recognition. But there’s something charged about their connection,something fraught,and Hanne knows it.
“I wanted to tell Mama all the strange,small things I found pleasing about Thea,” she remembers,“and simultaneously understanding in some deep unexamined way that I must never tell her,that I must hold these tiny things under my tongue and keep them to myself.”