This book could have been titled The Flowering of a Southern Belle. Calla Lily Ponder narrates her history by gathering the sprigs of her life in rural Louisiana from age eight in 1961 until she reaps a nearly improbable ending as a 31-year-old in 1984. Within her two-decade bouquet of budding and blooming into full womanhood, Calla endures parental attachment and loss, adolescent attraction and loss, and marital bliss and loss. But not to worry, no one can nip this flower in the bud.
The Moon Lady, La Luna, serves as an emcee/narrator for the prologue and epilogue to this tale. Meanwhile, many references, reprises and prayers to the moon goddess cultivate the story with a type of spiritual guidance and benevolence. This medium sometimes may suggest the naturalistic, Wicca-dance of the quartet we might have met in the Ya Ya Sisterhood. But this charming novel focuses on the La Lunettes, a trio of lifelong BFFs: Calla, Sukey, and Reneé.
“The Crowning Glory” has a Biblical roots: 1 Corinthians 11:14-15 reads: “Does not the very nature of things teach you that if a man has long hair, it is a disgrace to him, but that if a woman has long hair, it is her glory? For long hair is given to her as a covering.” The verse may explain why Calla keeps her long locks into her 30s. Nevertheless, I prefer Proverbs 16:31: “Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.” Regardless of its germination, The Crowning Glory title serves multiple ironic purposes as a beauty salon brand, tendril references to hair and morality, as well as the gathered splendor Calla’s lifelong achievements.
There are perhaps too many minutiae in cosmetology, its practices and products. Then, too, there is an awful plentitude of food descriptions and clothing details. But that’s a woman writer’s touch, I guess. Verging on the tedious, these details do coronate the rites of passage of a Southern flower who survives the peacenik ‘60s and the free-love ’70s. Colorful depictions of Louisiana life are delightfully picturesque, almost rooting the reader dockside on the La Luna River.
This was extremely pleasurable reading, although the denouement is a distracting weed. So, I think I’ll take my long white hair to the salon for a shampoo and massage from a healing-hands operator who’ll blow away the conclusion’s wrinkle.