It’s page seven before this seventeen-year-old girl, raised in rural New Hampshire, speaks a sentence at all: “I come for a try for paying work,” she says, keeping it short and simple so as not to expose her quirks of speech. But we have already picked up the problem. By the time we hear her speak to her parents at home, an excerpted exchange includes sentences like:
“Mister Warner told he might have a work to give.”
“Look on me in my eyes, you Majie you….Might?”
“Probly will. Next week he could of.”
“You lie maker. Probly dint even go.”One quickly gets the sense that “Majie” is not a loving mother’s endearing diminutive. Her parents mangle her name, too.
Whereas Henry Higgins takes on Doolittle to win a bet that he can get her to pass for upperclass, a desire the girl buys in to, we quickly understand that Marjorie’s personal stakes are too high to seek escape from her family’s odd subculture. Despite teasing and the way it holds her back in school, she wears the family’s odd mode of speech like an arm badge of compliance. Only one thing betrays her desire to change: when she finally finds the job that meets her impoverished parents' demands, she tells the employer her name is Laney, a twist on the middle name she prefers.
The employer, Sands, is no game-playing Henry Higgins. He’s a man on a spiritual journey building by hand his own cathedral, work Laney finds healing. She finds it hard to trust him, though, given her background and the fact that a kidnapper has been killing teenage girls in the area. Sands challenges Laney’s odd speech and she clings to it, but his friendship and quiet presence slowly change her from the inside out.
What I love most, perhaps, is the implied promise in this story’s first-person narration. Once she obtains the maturity to look back and evoke the entire arc of her story, the same person who quotes herself as a teen saying, “Your uncle hasn’t a lie maker ever either,” writes sensitively of her mother:
When my mother was paying for food at the market, or cooking something at the stove, or sitting poor-postured in the passenger seat of the pickup, it often seemed to me she was only half present, that her real self, her spirit, lay hidden behind the disguise of her slim body. In certain kinds of light, I saw her as a skeleton or a ghost, the clothes and skin and flesh and hair just things that had been pasted on and could fall away with one shake.Laney's language is not a function of poor education and breeding after all. It is a remnant of abuse, and the book’s lovely prose, a promise of salvation.
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