Big Cherry Holler: A Novel by Adriana TrigianiBig Cherry Holler: A Novel by Adriana Trigiani

Big Cherry Holler: A Novel

byAdriana Trigiani

Paperback | March 26, 2002

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“Heartwarming . . . Everything that really matters is here: humor, romance, wisdom, and drama.”—The Dallas Morning News

Eight years have passed since Ave Maria Mulligan married Jack Mac, moved up into the hills, and dug in her roots even deeper. But Ave Maria soon discovers that the mountains cannot shelter her from the painful lessons of the heart. As her life reaches a crossroads, almost everybody in town has advice to offer—including the Bookmobile’s self-appointed sexpert Iva Lou Wade, savvy pharmacy owner Pearl Grimes (“a very mature twenty-four”), crusty chain-smoking cashier Fleeta, and of course, the always-wise band director Theodore Tipton, now unofficially “out” and about. But when Ave Maria takes her daughter to Italy for the summer, her passion for a seductive stranger will test her marriage—and push her to choose the man who is truly her destiny.

At once funny and deeply poignant, resonant with the power of love and forgiveness and the unexpected events that force us to stake a claim in our own lives, Big Cherry Holler is a wise, wonderful story to treasure.
ADRIANA TRIGIANI grew up in Virginia and now lives in New York City with her husband. She is an award-winning playwright, television writer, and documentary filmmaker. BIG CHERRY HOLLER is her second novel. She is currently at work on the film version of her first novel BIG STONE GAP, for which she wrote the screenplay and which sh...

interview with the author

A Conversation with Adriana Trigiani

Fleeta Mullins, the cashier and cook at the Mutual, sits down with Adriana Trigiani to discuss the finer points of Big Cherry Holler, Trigiani’s sequel to Big Stone Gap set in, where else? Big Stone Gap.

Fleeta Mullins: Okay, now just let me turn this thing on.

Adriana Trigiani: Fleeta?

FM: What?

AT: Is there a reason we’re doing this interview in your car?

FM: Yes ma’am. I didn’t want a bunch of input from those
layabouts at the Mutual Soda Fountain. I don’t need me Spec
Broadwater tellin’ me what to ask and how to ask it.

AT: No problem.

FM: Now, my first question is: did Jack Mac cheat on Ave
Maria--some of us think he did and some of us think maybe

AT: What do you think?

FM: I think men are men and he definitely had himself a fine
time whilst Ave Maria was runnin’ around It-lee.

AT: Okay.

FM: So he did! I knew it! I knew it!

AT: I didn’t say he did or didn’t, Fleeta. That’s up to you, the

FM: Well, that just stinks. You ought to tell us.

AT: If Ave Maria wants to find out, then you’ll find out. The
books are written in her voice and she makes all the decisions.

FM: But you’re the one writin’ the story.

AT: I’m just passing along what she’s thinking.

FM: Well, I guess I’ll have to live with not knowing.

AT: For now.

FM: You mean I may find out in a future book?

AT: I think you might.

FM: Hallelujah. ’Cause I got me a pool goin’ and I wanna win.
Now, I want to know about Pete Rutledge.

AT: Fleeta, I don’t mean to be a pill, but if you’re going to
smoke, could you crack a window?

FM: Sorry. I liked Pete. I wanted him to be happy--but I didn’t
want him to be happy at the expense of our local Jack. Now,
help me with this--is Pete really in love with Ave Maria, or is
he just after her ’cause he can’t have her?

AT: I think he really loves her.

FM: That’s bold.

AT: Don’t you think you could be married and make a friend
and the feelings sometimes get intense?

FM: Of course. It’s happened to me.

AT: Really.

FM: There’s a man that comes to the wrestling meets over in
Kingsport--and we had coffee after a GLOW show.

AT: What’s a GLOW show?

FM: The Glorious Ladies of Wrestling. Anyway, I had to have
a talk with him, ’cause he got fresh and I told him we had a lot
in common but he didn’t need to be puttin’ his hand on my
knee to make a point, you know what I’m sayin’?

AT: I do.

FM: I think when you’re murried, you’re murried and there’s
no room for hanky-panky. ’Course I was raised Baptist and we
got us some rules.

AT: Were you surprised where the story went in Big Cherry

FM: I think it got serious, but I didn’t mind that. I think as you
go on in life, you get you some problems and things have to be
worked out. And I like how everybody in town got into Ave’s
business, ’cause you know, that’s just how it is in this town.
You can’t hardly floss without half the town knowin’ it. Now,
them ladies at Ballantine wanted me to ask you something.

AT: Sure.

FM: When you boil it all down, what is the theme of Big
Cherry Holler

AT: Letting go. Letting go of the past, of expectations we have
about our mates, letting go of old hurts and making room
for something wonderful to happen. Growth and change are
good, don’t you think?

FM: I guess so. If both in the marriage is growin’ and changin’
together--but there ain’t nothing worse than bein’ on different
pages--when that’s happens, well, it’s look-out-it’s-Splitsville.

AT: What did you think the theme of the book was?

FM: Keep an eagle eye on your husband. That, and don’t let
your wife go off to It-lee without you.

AT: Very practical advice.

FM: Well, I’m known for that.

AT: I’ve heard.

FM: Well, I got to get back to the Mutual. The lunch crowd’s
loading in and when they’re hungry, I got to get them fed.

AT: What’s the special today?

FM: Soup beans, corn bread, collard greens, spiced apples, and

AT: Sounds good.

FM: I’ll save ye some.
Title:Big Cherry Holler: A NovelFormat:PaperbackProduct dimensions:304 pages, 8 × 5.1 × 0.59 inShipping dimensions:8 × 5.1 × 0.59 inPublished:March 26, 2002Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0345445848

ISBN - 13:9780345445841


Read from the Book

CHAPTER ONE The rain is coming down on this old stone house so hard, it seems there are a hundred tap dancers on the roof. When Etta left for school this morning, it was drizzling, and now, at two o'clock, it's a storm. I can barely see Powell Mountain out my kitchen window; just yesterday it was a shimmering gold pyramid of autumn leaves at their peak. I hope the downpour won't beat the color off the trees too soon. We have all winter for Cracker's Neck Holler to wear gray. How I love these mountains in October: the leaves are turning — layers of burgundy and yellow crinolines that change color in the light — the apples are in, the air smells like sweet smoke, and I get to build big fires in Mrs. Mac's deep hearths. As I kneel and slip a log into the stove, I think of my mother-in-law, who had fires going after the first chill in the air. "I love me a farr," she'd say. There's a note on the blackboard over the sink in Jack Mac's handwriting: Red pepper sandwiches? The message is at least three months old; no one should have to wait that long for their favorite sandwich, least of all my husband. Why does it takes me so long to fulfill a simple request? There was a time when he came first, when I would drop everything and invent ways to make my husband happy. I wonder if he notices that life has put him in second place. If he doesn't, my magazine subscriptions sure do. Redbook came with a cover exploding in hot pink letters: put the sizzle back in your marriage! we show you how! Step #4 is Make His Favorite Food. (Don’t ask about the other nine steps.) So, with equal measures of guilt and determination to do better, I'm roasting peppers in the oven, turning them while they char as dark as the sky. I baked the bread for the sandwiches this morning. I pull the cookie sheet off the deep windowsill, brush the squares of puffy dough with olive oil, and put them aside. Then I take the tray out of the oven and commence peeling the peppers. (This is a sit-down job.) My mother used to lift off the charred part in one piece; I've yet to master her technique. The vivid red pepper underneath is smooth as the velvet lining of an old jewelry box. I lay the thin red strips on the soft bread. The mix of olive oil and sweet hot bread smells fresh and buttery. I sprinkle coarse salt on the open sandwiches; the faceted crystals glisten on the red peppers. I'm glad I made a huge batch. There will be lots of us in the van tonight. There's big news around here. Etta is going to be on television. She and two of her classmates are going on Kiddie Kollege, the WCYB quiz show for third-graders. Etta, who loves to read, has been chosen for her general knowledge. Her fellow teammates are Jane Herd and Billy Skeens. Jane, a math whiz who has the round cheeks of a monarch, has been selected for her keen ability to divide in her head. Billy, a small but mighty Melungeon boy, was chosen for his bravery. He recently helped evacuate the Big Stone Gap Elementary School cafeteria when one of the steam tables caught fire. No one could come up with a prize big enough to honor him (an assembly and a medal seemed silly), so the school decided to put him on the show. I guess the teachers feel that fame is its own reward. Jack Mac borrowed the van from Sacred Heart Church because we’re transporting the team and I've promised rides to our friends. The television studio is about an hour and a half from the Gap, right past Kingsport over in Bristol, Tennessee. The show is live at six p.m. sharp, so we'll leave right after school. Etta planned her outfit carefully: a navy blue skirt and pink sweater (her grandfather Mario sent it to her from Italy, so Etta thinks it’s the best sweater she owns, if not the luckiest). She is wearing her black patent-leather Mary Janes, though I pointed out that you rarely see anyone's shoes on TV. I make one final pass through the downstairs, locking up as I go. With its simple, square rooms and lots of floor space, this old house is perfect for raising kids. Of course, when Mrs. Mac was alive, I never dreamed I'd live here. For a few years, this was just another delivery stop for me in the Medicine Dropper. I remember how I loved to drive up the bumpy dirt road and see this stone house sitting in a clearing against the mountain like a painting. If I had known that Mrs. Mac would one day be my mother-in-law, I might have tried to impress her. But I didn't. I'd drop off her pills, have a cup of coffee, and go. I never thought I would fall in love with her only son. And I never thought I would be looking at my face in these mottled antique mirrors, or building fires for heat, or raising her granddaughter in these rooms. If you had told me that I would make my home in this holler on this mountain, I would have laughed. I grew up down in town; no one ever moves out of Big Stone Gap and up into the hills. How strange life is. I check myself in the mirror. Etta is forever begging me to wear more makeup. She wants me to be a young mom, like her friends have; in these parts, the women my age are grandmothers! So I stop in the hallway for a moment and dig for the lipstick in the bottom of my purse. My youthful appeal will have to come from a tube. You would think that someone who has worked in a pharmacy all her life would have one of those snazzy makeup bags. We have a whole spin rack of them at the Mutual's. Maybe Etta's right, I should pay more attention to the way I look. (Covering up my undereye circles is just not a priority.) Folks tell me that I haven't changed since I was a girl. Is that a good thing? I lean into the tea-stained glass and take a closer look. Eight years with Jack MacChesney have come and gone. It seems once I fell in love with him, time began flying. Someone is banging on the front door. The thunder is so loud, I didn't hear a car come up the road. With one hand, Doris Bentrup from the flower shop juggles an umbrella in the wind and with the other, a stack of white boxes festooned with lavender ribbons. Two pairs of reading glasses dangle from her neck. Beads of rain cover the clear plastic cap she wears on her head. "Come on in!" "Can't. Got a wagon full of flowers. Got a funeral over in Pound. I'm gonna kill myself if this rain done ruined my hair." "It looks good." I'm about a foot taller than Doris, so I look down on her tiny curls, each one a perfect rosette of blue icing under a saran-wrap tent. "It'd better. I suffered for this look. I sat under that dryer over to Ethel's for two hours on Saturdee 'cause of the humidity. She sprayed my head so bad these curls is like tee-niney rocks. Feel." "They're perfect," I tell Doris without touching her head. "Etta all ready for the big show?" "Yes ma'am." "We hope they win this year, on account of no one from Big Stone ever wins." "Didn't the Dogwood Garden Club win on Club Quiz?" "Yes'm. But that was a good ten year' ago. And they was grown-ups, so I don't think you can count 'at. Wait till you see who these is from. I nearly done dropped my teeth, and you know that ain't easy, 'cause I glue 'em in good." I pull the tiny white card bordered in crisp pink daisies out of the envelope. It reads: Knock 'em dead, Etta. And remember, the cardinal is the state bird of Virginia. Love, Uncle Theodore. "That there Tipton is a class act. He ain't never gonna be replaced in these parts," Doris announces as she tips her head back to let the rain drain off her cap. "Sometimes we git a ferriner in here that makes us set up and take notice. How’s he doin' at U.T.?" "He says he's got the best marching band in the nation." "Now if they'd only start winning them some ball games." As Doris makes a break for her station wagon, I open a box. There, crisp and perfect, is a wrist corsage of white carnations. Nestled in the cold petals are three small gold-foil letters: win. I inhale the fresh, cold flowers. The letters tickle my nose and remind me of the homecoming mums that Theodore bought me every year during football season. For nearly ten years, Theodore was band director and Junior Class Sponsor at Powell Valley High School. He chaperoned every dance, and I was always his date. (Parents appreciated that an experienced member of the Rescue Squad chaperoned school dances.) Theodore always made a big deal of slipping the corsage onto my wrist before the game. Win or lose, the dance was a celebration because Theodore’s halftime shows were always spectacular. Besides his unforgettable salute to Elizabeth Taylor prior to her choking on the chicken bone, my favorite was his salute to the Great American Musical, honoring the creations of Rodgers and Hammerstein. Each of the majorettes was dressed as a different lead character, including Maria from The Sound of Music and Julie Jordan from Carousel. Romalinda Miranda, daughter of the Filipino Doctor Who Was on the Team That Saved Liz Taylor, was the ingenue from Flower Drum Song. Theodore pulled her from the Flag Girls; there was a bit of a drama around that, as folks didn’t think that a majorette should be drafted out of thin air for one show just because she looked like she was from the original cast. Once the controversy died down, the Miranda family basked in the glory of the celebration of their Asian heritage. (Extra points for my fellow ferriners.) I gently place the boxes on top of my tote bag full of things we might need for the television appearance. Extra kneesocks. Chap Stick. Comb. Ribbons. My life is all about collecting things for my family and then putting them back. Lists. Hauling. And I'd better never forget anything. Even Jack relies on me for tissues when he sneezes and quarters for the paper. Sometimes I wonder if all these small details add up to anything.

Bookclub Guide

1. Big Cherry Holler is a sequel to the bestselling Big StoneGap. Does it help to read Big Stone Gap before delvinginto Big Cherry Holler? How did the author structure thisbook as a stand-alone novel, and how does it function asa continuation of the first book?2. What is the significance of the title Big Cherry Holler,both literally and figuratively?3. When the book opens, Ave Maria and Jack Mac have beenmarried for eight years. How have her attitudes about herselfand about relationships changed during that time?How has she remained a "spinster" in spirit?4. Early in the book, it's disclosed that Jack and Ave's son,Joe, died after a sudden illness. In what ways do Jack andAve deal with his death, both separately and together?How does their marriage bear the scars of their son's untimelydeath?5. What role does small-town life--both in Italy and in BigStone Gap--play in Ave's life? How do the mammothphysical attributes of the outside world play against herlife?6. Ave Maria sees Jack Mac chatting with a tanned, blondwoman named Karen Bell, and immediately feels anxious.What evidence of marital estrangement accumulates afterthat incident? What aspects of Karen's personality do youthink would appeal to Jack Mac?7. How does Ave Maria see Karen Bell as a rival, and inwhich ways does she feel superior to her? Which feelingultimately proves more accurate?8. Were you surprised by the revelation of Theodore's homosexuality?Which clues--both in this book and in BigStone Gap--are provided before his confession? How doyou think this will affect his relationship with Ave?9. When Ave's protege, Pearl, pleads with Ave to become apartner in the pharmacy, she signs on without consultingJack Mac (much to his chagrin). What other decisions inher life does Ave keep to herself? Is Jack justified in hisanger, or does he, too, keep some aspects of his life private?Which ones?10. Ave's daughter, Etta, is a main character in the book. Avedescribes her as "wide open, and yet very private." Whatparallels can you draw between Ave and Etta, and howare the two characters different? How is Etta a productof Jack Mac's influence? How does she cope with herbrother's death?11. How do the women of Big Stone Gap--Fleeta, Pearl, IvaLou--function as a sort of Greek chorus for Ave? Howdoes Ave affect each of their lives, and how do they,in turn, influence hers? How has each woman evolvedthroughout the two books?12. The reader sees Ave Maria in a brand-new environmentwhen she travels to Italy. Which facets of her personalitycome to the forefront? To what factors do you attributethis change in attitude and appearance?13. While in Italy, Ave imagines what her life would have beenlike had her mother not married Fred Mulligan. How doyou envision Ave's life if she had grown up in Italy? Wouldit have been more or less fulfilling?14. Ave's haircut spurs an absolute transformation. In whichother ways does her appearance play a role throughoutthe book? Of which other novels is this reminiscent?15. What does Pete represent to Ave, both literally and figuratively?How does he reawaken passion in her?16. Theodore dismisses Ave's assertion that she didn't reallyhave an affair with Pete. How is this juxtaposition of"word vs. deed" a recurrent motif in the book? What examplescan you find in the behavior of Ave, Jack Mac, andtheir friends?17. When Jack Mac and Ave have their confrontation aboutKaren Bell, Ave admits that she wanted him to "take herpain away." Besides Joe's death, what other issues has AveMaria grappled with throughout her life? How has sheusually dealt with any pain she has suffered?18. Do you believe that Jack Mac consummated his affairwith Karen Bell? What evidence do you have for thatconclusion?19. Jack Mac tells Ave, "I truly believed in us, and you neverdid." What actions echo Jack Mac's assertion? How doesJack Mac demonstrate his love for Ave?20. At the end of Aunt Alice's life, Ave makes an effort to reconcilewith her. To what do you attribute this change ofheart? How does Ave's relationship with Alice compare tothe one she enjoys with her "Eye-talian" relatives?21. What significance do you derive from the fact that JackMac and Pete get along immediately? What does Pete's appearancein Big Stone Gap, as promised, indicate about hischaracter? How is he similar to Jack Mac, and how is hedifferent?22. Do you feel that this book is a lead-up to Etta's stand-alonestory? How do you envision Etta's adolescence andadulthood?23. Adriana Trigiani, the book's author, also is an accomplishedplaywright. How does this novel have the feel of aplay--whether through Trigiani's use of dialogue, setting,conflict, or any other literary device?

Editorial Reviews

Praise for BIG STONE GAP"Charming . . . Readers would do well to fall into the nearest easy chair and savor the story." — USA Today"Delightfully quirky . . . chock-full of engaging, oddball characters and unexpected plot twists, this Gap is meant to be crossed." — People (Book of the Week)"As comforting as a mug of chamomile tea on a rainy Sunday." — The New York Times Book Review"A touching tale of a sleepy Southern town and a young woman on the brink of self-discovery and acceptance." — Southern Living"Ave Maria's spunky attitude, sardonic wit, and extravagant generosity compel you into her fan club . . . . Delightfully entertaining." — Tampa Tribune"A delightful tale of intimate community life [where] the characters are as real as the ones who live next door." — Sunday Oklahoman"In a sassy Southern voice, [Trigiani] creates honest, endearingly original characters." — Glamour