Librería Samer Atenea
Kálamo Books
Librería Elías (Asturias)
Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
Some towns are drowned by accident. Carrow was drowned on purpose.For fifty years, Lake Ammon has held the village of Carrow under twenty fathoms of borrowed water: the mill, the orchard, the little chapel and its bell. Then the worst drought in living memory draws the lake down past its bones. The rooftops surface first, then the steeple, and at the foot of the drowned church a fifteen-year-old free diver named Asa closes his hand around what the silt has been giving up an inch at a time. A man. Weighted. Tied down so he would never rise. Asa tells no one, and the not-saying goes into him and stays.Up on the Ridge, Norah Mercer has spent half a century with her back to that water. Born a Carrow, married into the family that ran the relocation, she keeps a tidy kitchen with one window that faces the road, never the lake. Her brother went to the coast, she has always said. He sent postcards. She can recite every one. Her son Royce sits on the water authority with a land deal that needs the past to stay under. Her daughter Mara comes home a dam-safety engineer and finds a reservoir quietly looking for a way out, and a dam nine years past a certification no one wants to sign.As a county cruiser turns up the lane and a cotton swab waits on the kitchen table beside the sugar, a family that learned long ago to grieve by staying silent has to decide whether to let the water hand back a name.A slow-burning novel about the towns we sink to build the towns we put our names on, about what a family will bury to keep its founding clean, and about the difference between mourning a loss and simply holding it down. Perfect for readers who love family secrets, small-town reckonings, and the long undertow of grief, for fans of Jess Kidd and Kent Haruf.Come down to the low water, and see what the lake returns.
