Posted by dkchristi on March 29, 2014 at 10:40 PM
Revisiting haunted Green Mansions in the Everglades, March 21, 2014
As a genre writer, I am often intimidated when I
encounter pure literary fiction, with its evocative descriptions,
slowly evolving plots and poetic symbolism. And yet, when it is wrapped
in mystery and recounts a romance which evolves with the measured pace
and sudden unpredictability of an opening orchid, as in the case of D.
K. Christi’s novel, I can only gasp in wonder.
mysterious hidden life of a quiet government employee, killed in a
random accident after her daily noontime walk in a nearby everglades
preserve, is left to her ravishing redheaded daughter and two
botanist-photographers, whose three lives are intertwined as
inextricably as the airborne roots of the rare ghost orchid established
in the crotch of an ancient swamp cypress tree. In a saga of missed
connections and failed communications, the rootless nature of their busy
lives conceals the answers to this puzzle and delays discovery of the
powerful passions which gave rise to the curious isolation and quiet
desperation of these vividly portrayed characters.
of the ghost orchid, with its mysterious power to alter human lives,
could not help but evoke in me the life force of Rima, the elusive wood
sprite who captivated me as a hormonal teen in W. H. Hudson’s Green
Mansions, a classic allegory of nature.
...absorb and feel its haunting power. —Peter H. Green, Author of
Ben’s War with the U. S. Marines