HoneyLee's Girl

When the F.B.I. enters your life, says Michelle Monelle, they are not to be trusted. As a long-forgotten past surfaces, she remembers the turmoil of her youth Ė the radicalism of the 1970ís, her marriage at age fourteen, mysterious strangers who may or may not have been government agents, and the passionate young Native American woman on the run from everything. Michelle remains loyal to her memories and to those who helped her through her traumatic childhood, but eventually realizes she was immersed in a darkness that even today yields only a smattering of light.

Here is how the novel begins:

Iím not what I used to be, though Iím still fat. This tells me that great
changes in the heart donít necessarily burn a lot of calories.
I lived a tidy life for a long time, an ordinary life in an ordinary
place and didnít mind it. I had some work, I had my ex-husband Bud,
and I had some friends. I also had my small town in northern Maine
ó Quillifarkeag ó which, like most small towns these days, wanted to
grow without changing.

Things, thus, were peaceful, the players quite common.

Then one day the FBI came to call, two agents from the Indian
Country Unit of that government bureau. I will tell you this much
right now, though I am well aware that schoolteachers, conservatives,
and patriots will shed a high dander over it.

These are not people you can trust.

On that one day, then, I lost ordinary. If I look long enough Iím
confident Iíll find it again.

You need to get to know this woman, this Michelle Monelle because
she (me) has a terrible story to tell. For a long time I would have
denied I even had a story, terrible or not. Maybe thatís the way with
most people. We live dramas high and low, but since we rarely have
occasion for grand summations we rarely know if the audience laughs
or weeps at us. This may not be a grand summation, but I have looked
at things closely and have found the remarkable within what I have
always thought was a life lived on the median. I think it might be
useful to start with the first time a great change pushed its way into my
life. As with most such events, it took a long while before I realized
something terribly strange had happened.

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Selected Works

I think this book would appeal to anyone who likes a dark crime story set in a rural, somewhat remote part of Maine in a time when the radicalism of the nineteen-seventies was sweeping the country.
Ellen DeLay, an upstanding citizen of Quillifarkeag, Maine, suddenly and unpredictably leaves her happy, twenty-five year marriage for a lonely cabin deep in the Maine woods, where she makes a living dressing hunters' kill - bears, moose, deer. It seems an idyllic life, punctuated only now and then by rifle fire as she shoots into the air to scare off cheeky teens who come to taunt "the crazy woman."
A small-town lawyer in the middle of a gruesome murder case finds salvation in the world of a homeless woman and her daughter.
A young woman's morning walk through her small town finds her immersed in a small tragedy, an indifferent government, and the "science gone mad" of her best friend's husband. Quirky, goofy, nutty - yes, but a gentle look as well at some of the values that keep us from falling off the planet
A hint of generally true autobiography, this piece is part of Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill's "How I Became A Writer" series.
Quillifarkeag is a state of mind, one marked by innocence and regret, by guile and sympathy. The people there will let you into their lives - but not very far. Go too far inside and things start to echo, people get close. Honesty becomes negotiable. Bare all and someone might still say, "Were you naked or nude?" It's an important distinction. In a small place like Quilli the naked truth is hurtful. The nude truth is not so bad.

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