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“...each different face bright and burning as sparks of fire...”

In Eudora Welty's Delta Wedding, Ellen Fairchild navigates the outdoor darkness at her daughter's wedding reception in the Mississippi Delta, circa 1923:

Ellen strolled under the trees, with Battle somewhere near, looking among the dancers for her daughters. The lanterns did not so much shine on the dancers as light up the mistletoe in the trees. She peered ahead with a kind of vertigo. It was the year - wasn't it every year? - when they all looked alike, all dancers alike smooth and shorn, all faces painted to look like one another. It was too the season of changeless weather, of the changeless world, in a land without hill or valley. How could she ever know anything of her own daughters, how find them, like this? Then in a turn of her little daughter India's skirt as she ran partnerless through the crowd - so late! - as if a bar of light had broken a glass into a rainbow she saw the dancers become the McLeoud bridesmaid, Mary Lamar Mackey (freed from her piano and whirling the widest of all), become Robbie, and her own daughter Shelley, each different face bright and burning as sparks of fire to her now, more different and further apart than the stars.

That's seven characters mentioned in one paragraph, but only a fraction of the sprawling Fairchild clan, plus their plantation workers and townspeople. The sheer quantity of characters is both a strength and weakness in the book. If I recall correctly, Ellen and Battle have nine children, but I can't even name them all.

February 28, 2018 in Books | Permalink