3.5 stars
This meager review is going to sound a little bitchy (which will hopefully be offset by my 3.5 star rating) but while I completely enjoyed Ron Rash's almost novella-length novel The Risen, I can't help but feel I've read it before. If you've never read Rash's ethereal North Carolina-centric grit-lit before, this would probably be a good place to "get your feet wet" with him. Rash fans, though, might have trouble with its overt similarity to portions of The Cove, Above The Waterfall, (what I've heard about) The World Made Straight, and many of his short stories. Ron Rash is too gifted a writer to apply the epithet 'You've read one of his books, you've read them all", but, in reading The Risen the déjà vu-ish feelings are impossible to ignore.
It's Summer, 1969 in Ron Rash-land (this time Sylva, an Ashville-centric dinky town abutting the Great Smoky Mountains, worlds away from the Vietnam War (and the counter-culture movement)), and brothers Bill (a Wake Forest U. student and aspiring surgeon, home for summer) and Eugene (five years younger, with an academic bent toward literature, much to the consternation of their over-bearing doctor grandfather), who (on one of many post-church Sunday fishing/swimming excursions) encounter Ligeia, a mysterious and exotic (to the brothers, anyway) sylph/siren/mermaid, swimming adjacent to their fishing hole. Turns out, she's been shipped up to her aunt and uncle in NC for the summer, for some pharmacological misdeeds down in Florida.
She enchants the two (mostly straight-laced, but fun-loving) brothers into some Summer of Love misdeeds, NC-style (mostly, swilling convenience-store Strawberry Hill and coaxing the brothers to score "brain candy" samples from their grandfather) Fast-forward 46 years to 2015 (with Bill a successful neurosurgeon, and Eugene a hopeless drunk) and the announcement of Bill and Eugene's '69 enchantrix Ligeia's skeletal remains being unearthed from a 4 1/2-decade-long muddy grave.
I swallowed The Risen down like.a 12-ounce bottle of Cheerwine Soda (to the uninitiated, an insanely sweet and addictive caffeinated beverage based in NC, sorta like red-tinted Dr. Pepper), and would not hesitate recommending it, but, like an itty bottle of Cheerwine, its overfamiliarity simultaneously satisfies yet keeps you wanting more, never quite slaking your thirst. I've gotten my Ron Rash fix, but I'm left wanting more.