Cherie Priest has written herself a pretty good novel (which I'll call "Southern Something"). There is much to like. In tapping into the rich literary gothic tradition of the South, she has come up with her own creation. The characters, Eden Moore, her aunt Lulu, stepfather Dave, all seem to come from the New South, a South that hangs out at coffee bars for poetry readings and listens to the B-52s or R.E.M. (or someone newer). But Tradition is still there - and characters like Eden's great aunt "Tatie," is like a character out of Faulkner-land. It's a character co-existence that is pulled off nicely by Priest.
The story itself is an occult one, with dark family secrets coming slowly to the surface. Eden, who has a gift for seeing ghosts - especially three friendly but tragic ones, is the driving force of the story, but she herself is ensnared in a fateful web, one where she only senses the outlines (it's a series after all). But the story is also a mystery in, say, the classic British sense, as Eden crosses the South looking for clues regarding her family history, and the particulars of a brutal crime. Priest is also quite good at describing the geography (a southern writer "must") of Eden's searches. In particular, I enjoyed the description of the abandoned (and haunted) Tennessee hospital, which is a dead ringer for the creepy place I saw once as the subject of Sci-Fi channel documentary. (It also had me thinking of the super creepy movie Session 9.) I also enjoyed the things quite a bit when Eden made it to the swamps of Florida. Again, great descriptive writing - and one excellent fight scene.
Still, this is a first novel. There are times when I thought it read like the sum of those writers and styles that had influenced the writer. I don't necessarily think there's anything wrong with that, because it shows the writer as a serious student. And Priest is certainly that. But the style she has embraced, Southern Gothic, is one that depends on atmosphere. The prose styles of say William Faulkner, Flannery O'Conner, or even Harry Crews, are often as knotty and gnarled as the stories they tell. In contrast, Priest is as polished as it gets. A bad thing? I don't know, but there seems an oil and water mix when I detect Agatha Christie or Nancy Drew when I've been traveling down a road that says House of Usher up ahead. There are times in Four and Twenty Blackbirds when atmosphere takes a back seat to mystery novel mechanics. I think, as Priest becomes more seasoned, that the fault-lines in style will fade, and that she will develop a voice that is completely her own. Four and Twenty Blackbirds does give hopeful evidence that she is well on her way.