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The Miracle of Mercy Land: A Novel Paperback – September 7, 2010
If you had the power to amend choices you made in the past, would you—even if it changed everything?
Mercy Land has made some unexpected choices for a young woman in the 1930s. The sheltered daughter of a traveling preacher, she chooses to leave her rural community to move to nearby Bay City on the warm, gulf-waters of southern Alabama. There she finds a job at the local paper and spends seven years making herself indispensible to old Doc Philips, the publisher and editor. Then she gets a frantic call at dawn—it’s the biggest news story of her life, and she can’t print a word of it.
Doc has come into possession of a curious book that maps the lives of everyone in Bay City—decisions they’ve made in the past, and how those choices affect the future. Mercy and Doc are consumed by the mystery locked between the pages—Doc because he hopes to right a very old wrong, and Mercy because she wants to fulfill the book’s strange purpose. But when a mystery from Mercy’s past arrives by train, she begins to understand that she will have to make choices that will deeply affect everyone she loves—forever.
“A tremendously well-written tale. River Jordan is a truly gifted author. Highly recommended.” – Davis Bunn, best-selling author
- Print length352 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherWaterBrook
- Publication dateSeptember 7, 2010
- Dimensions5.25 x 1 x 8.5 inches
- ISBN-100307457052
- ISBN-13978-0307457059
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“With words spoken like a gentle angel, River Jordan takes her reader deep into the human spirit. The Miracle of Mercy Land is a story about the past, the present, and the future all at once, not only altering the hearts of the characters in the novel, but also changing the heart of the reader. A triumph of beauty.” —PATTI CALLAHAN HENRY, author of Losing the Moon, When Light Breaks, and the New York Times bestseller Driftwood Summer
“A tremendouslywell-written tale. River Jordan is a truly gifted author. Highly recommended.” —DAVIS BUNN, best-selling author of Gold of Kings and coauthor of the Acts of Faith series
“River Jordan takes us on a magical journey to the banks of Bittersweet Creek where the past is revisited and broken hearts aremended. A story told with equal parts Southern charm and supernatural fantasy, this one leaves you dreaming of a world where anything is possible. Jordan has cast her spell again!” —SUSAN GREGG GILMORE, author of The Improper Life of Bezellia Grove and Looking for Salvation at the Dairy Queen
“River Jordan’s words are so delicious that I read them aloud just so I could taste them. In The Miracle of Mercy Land, she explores destiny and will, good and evil, power and powerlessness. If you find it difficult to find a breath of literary fresh air, I assure you, you won’t be disappointed in Jordan.” —KAYA MCLAREN, author of On the Divinity of Second
Chances and Church of the Dog
“In The Miracle of Mercy Land, River Jordan once again brings us a world filled with magic and light. Her characters walk straight off the pages and into our hearts.These are people we wish we knew, individuals with fullmeasures of courage, love, devotion, faith, loyalty, and goodness. Jordan strikes a blow for hope in a troubled time. She is a treasure, and The Miracle of Mercy Land is cause for celebration.” —RAYMOND L. ATKINS, winner of the 2009 Georgia
Author of the Year Award and author of The Front Porch Prophet and SorrowWood
“This story of a girl from Bittersweet Creek, Alabama, beats with a steady love and suspense as a young reporter and storycatcher discovers her destiny by a tremendous act of courage. Mercy Land has a heart as big and beautiful as River Jordan’s luminous prose.” —KERRY MADDEN, author of theMaggie Valley novels
“River Jordan draws the reader through this magically compelling tale of dark versus light, temptation versus self-knowledge, curiosity versus truth. One’s life is full of choices, and the right choice is not always so easy to determine. The Miracle of Mercy Land will keep the reader guessing.” —DARNELL ARNOULT, award-winning author of the novel
Sufficient Grace and What Travels with Us: Poems
“River Jordan has crafted a memorable spiritual thriller with beautiful prose, vivid characters, and a unique, haunting plot that grabs the reader by the arm and doesn’t let him go until he reaches the end. Mercy Land is a celebration of the goodness within us all. It’s also a prescient study of the good and evil that permeate every community,
both yours and mine.” —AD HUDLER, best-selling author of Man of the House, Southern Living, and Househusband
About the Author
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
ONE
I was born in a bolt of lightning on the banks of Bittersweet Creek. Mama said it was a prophecy, and as she is given to having visions of the biblical kind, no one argues with her. She can match what she sees with ancient words, and truth be told, she is frightening with the speaking of them. Mama can swipe you with her eyes so that you feel like you have either been hushed or resurrected by God’s own hand.
On the fateful day of my birth, there had been no signs, natural or otherwise, that foretold what the day would bring. No wild birds roosting in the trees, no funny-yolked eggs, no hints to suggest that a baby was about to show up in a stormy kind of way. The only visible condition at all had been Mama’s fat feet. They were so swollen by that time that they were no longer like feet at all. That’s what drove her down to the creek bed, searching out an herb known for helping such as this. She had on Daddy’s big boots on account of the fact that not a single pair of her own would fit over her feet, and she had just managed to get down to the water’s edge when the first thing happened: the storm came up. The second was I showed up, just as quick and sudden as the wild wind.
Mama tried to call for Ida, but her cries were snuffed by the rolling thunder. So there she was with bolts of lightning crashing all around, hitting the water—she told me she could feel that electricity run through her body, that it was like fire coming from the sky—then she cried out for mercy. That’s how me and Mama came to have a private moment suspended in the crook of the bank. By the time Aunt Ida found us, the storm had passed, the clouds had given way, and the blue sky hovered above her like an eagle’s eye. Mama said she took one look at me and said the only
name that came to mind. “Mercy,” she whispered to me. I answered her with a wailing cry.
Bittersweet is a knotty gathering of simple people who live along the riverbank. The entire place is no more than a boot stomp. It has no official standing as a town at all. It is simply called that by the people who have built their lives along those banks. Had I stayed there, rocking on Aunt Ida’s front porch, watching the water rise and fall, fearing the floods and staying on in spite of them, I wouldn’t be in the middle of where I am now: Bay City. Well, they call it a city, such as it is. But it is nothing more, really, than a beautiful little town rolled out right around the warm, gulf water bay of southern Alabama. It is a city of refuge, bright with possibilities. Everyone who has ever crossed into this place feels that way right down to their toes. When you visit, it will make you believe that it is a place where you can live in fruitful fullness. All
sugar, no spice. Or at least that was what it was like when I arrived.
But that was seven years ago. Everything was more peaceful then, but now, it seemed that the whole world was on the verge of war. President Roosevelt said we were staying out of it, but the dark things that were happening overseas tugged at our ankles like a small, nipping dog. The world would not go away no matter how much we tried to shake it off. The events that lay before us as a nation were a large, uncharted territory, watery in their shifting possibilities. The only thing certain was that the future would have to reveal itself in due time, and most likely it would be different from anything we had expected. In the meantime we went through our daily routine with a type of laughter we hoped would stave off impending enemies and allow our sacred routines to remain a part of our carefully plotted lives. For the moment the edges of our existence played out sweetly, simply, and untouched by the things we knew were happening beyond the borders of our existence. There was a whole ocean between us and the trouble. It seemed like an ocean should be enough.
Maybe that’s why, in the midst of our time of innocence and uncertainty, the very thing that happened to me was the most wildly unexpected: the mysterious wonder of something that I will attempt to understand fully for the rest of my days. I should make a feeble effort at explaining what took place. My words might be nothing more than a ripple across the waters of time, but they are surely better than no record at all. It began last winter along the Alabama shores. And it was all because of Doc. That’s where the business started.
Doc Philips owned the Banner, and owning Bay City’s only paper was better than being mayor. It was better than being anybody else in town. People trusted Doc with the most important thing of all—the truth.
The second best thing to owning the paper is what I did. I was Doc’s assistant, and that meant I was really the assistant editor. To his credit, Doc tried to give me that title, but it didn’t stick because people just called me Doc’s girl. That’s what they’d say ’cause it made it easy on them. No official title would tarry. They made up their own. Doc’s girl. I didn’t mind.
The Banner was my life, and I loved everything about it. It was a pinch-me-quick-I’m-dreaming kind of situation: the smell of the ink from the printer downstairs. I could probably typeset the whole thing, but that’s Herman’s job, though I’ve helped him in a rush, put on an apron, and hit the presses with him showing me the ropes. I know the smell and sound of every corner of the Banner. The ticker machines clicking off the news by the minute, going to sleep when nothing in the world is happening but then coming alive all at once when the wires are just burning up with stories. That’s my favorite part of the job: getting the skinny on what’s happening around the world before most folks have even had their morning coffee.
Sometimes we ran the stories just the way they were, straight off the wire, but other times Doc decided to give them a little local flavor. He’d tie in DiMaggio’s home run with what one of the local boys did Saturday down at the park. That’s the way he was— “bringing it home,” he called it. “Let’s just remember, Mercy,” he’d tell me. “The news doesn’t mean a thing at all unless we’re bringing it home.”
I always said, “You got it, Doc. Sure thing.” But I didn’t get a huge chance to bring the big news home. That was Doc’s job. I wrote up the smaller stories that happened around Bay City, like all the events of people’s lives that must be made public. Births and deaths, marriages and other procurements. Doc covered the real news—any criminal cases, bank robberies, and kidnappings. Since we hadn’t had any of those, he mostly reported on things like the new traffic light going in and the worldwide news from the wire.
But that was before Doc’s big secret showed up in town. It’s not that I loved the paper less; neither did Doc. How could we? It was the heart of Bay City and the pulse of the world. But then something just appeared—from another world or time or, well, let’s just say, it sure wasn’t from around here. To say it became a distraction would be a flat-out lie. It became an obsession.Doc swore me to complete secrecy so that no one in town knew a thing. But that wasn’t the toughest part; he swore me to keep the secret even from everyone in Bittersweet Creek. All of them thought I was going about my regular life, taking care of business and printing the news. They were completely wrong. The greatest story in the entire world had fallen right into my hands, and I couldn’t print a word of it.
Product details
- Publisher : WaterBrook; 0 edition (September 7, 2010)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 352 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0307457052
- ISBN-13 : 978-0307457059
- Item Weight : 10.9 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.25 x 1 x 8.5 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #5,070,269 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #95,789 in Christian Literature & Fiction
- #142,791 in Women's Literature & Fiction
- #205,565 in American Literature (Books)
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About the author
River Jordan began her writing career as a playwright where her original works were produced, including Mama Jewels: Tales from Mullet Creek, Soul, Rhythm and Blues, and Virga. Ms. Jordan's first novel, The Gin Girl (Livingston Press, 2003), has garnered such high praise as "This author writes with a hard bitten confidence comparable to Ernest Hemingway. And yet, in the Southern tradition of William Faulkner, she can knit together sentences that can take your breath." Kirkus Reviews described her second novel, The Messenger of Magnolia Street, as "a beautifully written atmospheric tale." It was applauded as "a tale of wonder" by Southern Living, who chose the novel as their Selects feature for March 2006, and described by other reviewers as " a riveting, magical mystery" and "a remarkable book." Her third novel, Saints In Limbo has been painted by some of the finest fiction voices of today as "a lyrical and relentlessly beautiful book," and "a wise, funny, joyful and deadly serious book, written with a poet's multilayered sense of metaphor and meter and a page-turning sense of urgency," and reported by Paste Magazine as "a southern gothic masterpiece."
Her fourth novel, The Miracle of Mercy Land, arrives on September 7, 2010. Her first non-fiction work, Praying for Strangers, An Adventure of the Human Spirit was published by Penguin/Berkley April 5, 2011.
Her latest work, Confessions of a Christian Mystic arrives from Faith Words/Hachette April 2, 2019.
Ms. Jordan teaches and speaks around the country on "The Power of Story", an hosts Clearstory Radio from Nashville. She is currently at work completing a new mystery novel set in Nashville. When not traveling, speaking or teaching River watches the stars come out from her front porch on the hill, and wonders about all things mystically, divine.
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A preacher's daughter, protagonist Mercy Land is steeped in the spiritual and plain-spoken common sense of the rural South. She carries her heritage deep in her humble soul when she begins work for Doc on the Bay City "Banner." While Doc is the epitome of a caring, community oriented small town newspaper editor, his kindness contains sad flaws.
The focal point of the novel is a shining book of light that appears out of nowhere on Doc's desk. The book knows everything, roads taken and roads not taken, about the residents of Bay City. It contains secrets only an arrogant individual would dare to know. But then, why did it appear? To read or not to read is the bittersweet question that follows Doc and Mercy with more urgency than the daily news.
Like any good editor, Doc finds it difficult to sit on the story of a lifetime. Like any young woman who fondly recalls her formative years, Mercy cannot ignore what the book knows about a childhood companion who vanished without a trace years ago.
From Mercy's point of view, "To say that it became a distraction would be a flat-out lie. It became an obsession. Doc swore me to complete secrecy so that no one in town knew a thing. But that wasn't the toughest part; he swore me to keep the secret from everyone in Bittersweet Creek."
As Jordan writes in a note to the reader at the end of "The Miracle of Mercy Land," this is a story about choices and their impact on a person's interconnected relationships. The novel's fine-spun wisdom, mysterious and engaging plot and shimmering magical realism are the stuff of dreams and wondrous storytelling.
I received Miracle of Mercy Land nearly a year ago, and I cannot bring myself to make it past the first few chapters, not matter how hard I try. I have told myself over and over that the first few chapters might not be an indication of how the rest of the book will be, but if I cannot get into a book quickly, it is very difficult to continue reading.
Time is such a precious commodity now that I have a baby and am teaching full time. I don't take advantage of those rare moments I find myself embracing the silence that allows to me curl up beneath a blanket and lose myself in a good book.
The storyline intrigued me: A sheltered daughter of a preacher leaves her hometown in the 1930's and finds a job as an assistant at a newspaper. Combine this synopsis with the knowledge that there is a science fiction element of an omniscient map that reveals past decisions for everyone in the town, and you have quite the set-up for a great novel.
While I was disappointed, I let a few friends borrow the book who are truly into historical fiction, and they claimed to have a hard time putting it down.
My best critique for this book: use reader discretion when picking it up. You may love it, but I hated it.