Laura McHale Holland
The Kiminee Dream
A love song for Illinois disguised as a novel
Coming March 2020
Influenced by magical realism, the oral tradition and the work of Bryan Doyle, The Kiminee Dream introduces a cast of quirky, sometimes contentious characters in the fictional river town of Kiminee, Illinois, where forces beyond everyday reality both help and hinder, and secrets surface, testing the entire community’s mettle. The central character, a girl named Carly Mae Foley, is born in 1953 with exceptional artistic and intellectual gifts that draw attention to her hometown; but even she cannot prevent events, natural as well as man-made, from causing heartbreak. The core of the story lies in how she and her beloved community learn to rise in the face of adversity, set aside differences, accept what can never be and embrace big dreams anew.
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An Excerpt from The Kiminee Dream
In the town of Kiminee, the end was never the end, sorrow left supple scars and wishes cracked reality. This was true even when a teenager forced too soon into womanhood darted through a moonlit winter night, exhaling moist clouds into biting air. Clad in a sleeveless, cotton nightgown and slippers worn thin, the young fan of frilly dresses, black roses and Bing Crosby’s mellow baritone didn’t wince at the cold. She ran on, eyes glazed with fever, dewy skin blemished.
At the riverbank, she vaulted over snow-covered boulders onto solid ice. With arms outstretched and face tilted skyward, she glided. Voice wavering, she rasped a lullaby her mother used to sing in a city where coal dust muted the horizon. Her heart thrummed. Tears flowed. Blood slid down her thighs.
She kicked up her feet. Gone were the slippers, replaced by skates of purest-white leather with gleaming blades; gone was the nightie, replaced by a costume with sequined rainbows and silver fringe. She leaped, spun, landed. Ice cracked. She rose and fell again. The brittle surface groaned. She leaped higher, higher—each time a creak, a crack. Into the air she twirled once more. When she touched down, a fissure welcomed her. She plummeted, lips closed, eyes smiling.
When she embraced her maker that frozen Illinois night in 1936, all residents of the community nestled along the river’s curves were asleep. Except for one. And for decades to come, they knew nothing of her brief life and demise.
Except for one.
Praise for The Kiminee Dream
The Kiminee Dream is lively and provocative, and the writing is poetic and powerful.
–Beth Ann Mathews, author of Bent But Not Broken
I was impressed by how many people play a role in this story, which of course makes it all the more realistic for a small town where everyone knows each other. More than that, though, whenever a name is mentioned for the first time, even offhandedly, it often returns later with a proper introduction of that character. Gradually, the reader learns that even the most (seemingly) minor characters play a role in the story. And while this is primarily the Foley family’s story, it belongs to the town, too.
–Rachel Lynn Solomon, author of You’ll Miss Me When I’m Gone and Our Year of Maybe