Book about missing girl is oddly beguiling


This week's read

This week's read

All too often lately, we’ve seen it happen: a child goes missing and the town comes together to find her.

But sometimes, as we’ve seen, we’ll never know everything – least of all, the truth. And, as in the new book The Coffins of Little Hope by Timothy Schaffert, nothing is ever as it seems.

For most of her 83 years, Essie Myles had been the obituary writer for the County Paragraph, which her father started in their tiny Nebraska town, and which her grandson, Doc, still ran. Like many small-town newspapers, its pages were usually filled with county fair results and church news.

But then, Lenore disappeared.

Looking back, it seemed odd to the townspeople that Daisy, the girl’s mother, had allowed an aerial photographer to move in so quickly. It seemed that the man, Elvis, had come to town one minute and was canoodling with Daisy the next.

Daisy said he loved her daughter dearly. He was good with her and good to Daisy.

But then Elvis took Lenore. Disappeared, just like that, away in his plane, leaving Daisy alone again on her tumbledown farm.

For weeks, people came from around the country in support. They searched for the child, until someone finally noticed something odd: Daisy’s house held no little-girl things. No storybooks or dresses, no dolls or barrettes. And, come to think of it, nobody had ever actually seen young Lenore in person.

A newspaperman by virtue of birth, Doc knew Lenore’s disappearance was another way to keep the County Paragraph afloat. He’d already taken on book publishing, and was the secret printer for the insanely popular Miranda and Desiree series, of which the 11th and final book was in the works. And if Doc thought everybody in the Midwest was spellbound by Lenore’s disappearance, well, they were positively frothing over this ending.

Reading The Coffins of Little Hope is like walking lazily down a country road. You can almost smell the clover. You can hear the cicadas. It’s dreamy and nearly ethereal. But I didn’t like it at first. I started it, stopped, and started again.

Author Timothy Schaffert doesn’t waste any time piling on the quirk, which is initially disarming but which allows his story to quickly shatter in to so many alluring pieces that you ultimately won’t be able to resist any of them. His characters are small-town eccentric, almost stereotypical, but a bit of enigma clings to some and a hint of mystery surrounds them all. This is an odd book, but oddly beguiling.

Like me, you may have a hard time starting it, though, but try it and stick with it. The Coffins of Little Hope is, overall, a book not to miss.

We are experiencing technical difficulties with our commenting platform and hope to be up and running again soon. In the meantime, you can still send us your thoughts on Facebook or Twitter, or submit a letter to the editor.