A Good High Place (Switchgrass Books) - Softcover

"Incredibly timely, despite the fact that much of it was set almost a hundred years ago. Filled with complex characters living in a changing world. This is a book for people for whom the act of reading a novel is an all-encompassing pastime. What will charm the reader most about Kimball is the compassion she has for her characters' weaknesses." - Amy Sumerton, Program Director of 826michigan, a non-profit tutoring and writing center"

Set in Pre-WWI northern Michigan, this tale follows the lives of two complex women dealing with familial issues. Epic and nonlinear in nature, "A Good High Place" chronicles the lives of two women - Luella and Kachina - who, like the orbit of the sun and the moon both attract and repel each other. Luella's suspicion that her younger sister - who supposedly died at birth - is being raised as the sister of Kachina sets her on a path of self-discovery that generates more questions than answers. The Native American Kachina is an enigma, a person with a special healing touch who. It is rumored, never ages, leaves no footprints, and might never die. Her goal is to help her people, the Aninshinaabek, remain on the Red Path and resist being absorbed by white culture. To do this, she takes guidance from what she refers to as. The Day, guidance Luella assumes can be 'nothing less than the murmured confidences of God pouring from the sky'. Ultimately, Kachina and Luella find friendship among the conflicts of culture, duty, and even loving the same man. Set during the years prior to World War I in Elk Rapids Michigan, "A Good High Place" addresses familial struggles and those of a nation moving inexorably toward the age of the automobile. The sometimes painful adaptations of a taster-paced age are embodied, in part, in the struggles of Luella's father who, already troubled by the death of his wife, wrestles with the realization that his livelihood as a steamboat captain is becoming obsolete. Excerpt. Kachina can feel the weight of the dog's body as if it is on top of her teeth, flailing limbs, ripped clothing, sandy clay, and blood. Whose blood is it? They pick up rocks, sticks, she and Luella, but they are useless because the two bodies are a continuous blur. Keane is big for his age, and, incredibly, Kachina thinks, stronger than the dog. As they roll, Keane gets his hands around the dog's neck but can't get a firm grip. The rain has stopped. Kachina listens, but The Day leaves a gap, like a giant pause, over them all.