{ "item_title" : "The Waters of California", "item_author" : [" Bruce Taylor "], "item_description" : "Kern County, 1948. Ruth Ellen Vance signs the Vineland contract against a train window before Kansas is even behind her: $3,300 a year, a one-room schoolhouse, present yourself by the twentieth of August. A family named Pruitt, near the school, takes a boarder. She writes her name with the glass cold behind the page, folds the papers so they keep account of each other, and rides west with eleven dollars under the lining of her case.The Pruitts keep a cotton place in the valley. Cleo fills the dinner pails before daylight and does not remark on it. Junie walks backward down the Tally road talking the whole school into being - who bites, which stove smokes, how the bell rope will swallow a hand if you hold on. Elray works the rows and the gin. Ellis comes by the coal shed in a 1948 Chevrolet that smells of gasoline and cotton lint, payroll already written, every fact strapped down in its place. Ruthie rings the bell herself the first morning, finds the broom behind a map case with China torn out of it, and sets about teaching every child in the room, strips or no strips, before the scales open in September.What she means to do with the salary she does not say. A coffee can goes to the back of a closet, gloves in front of it, countable and hidden, through however many mornings it takes. Letters go home to Ashgrove. A freight whistle carries thin across the valley. The house learns, as her own people two thousand miles east had learned, to take bad news through hands and figures, setting it down where work can get at it.The years turn on cotton and irrigation, on a schoolhouse at two section roads, on a deed that wants only the county stamp, on water that has never yet run the eleven hundred feet of a dry forty. The Waters of California is a novel of a Kansas teacher who went west and of the family that boarded her - a quiet, closely observed story of work and weather, of money kept in the dark, of ground that does not become yours until a clerk can read the name. Written in spare, plainspoken prose that trusts the reader to hear what is not said, it is a book for anyone who has ever signed a contract against a window and then had to live the line.For readers of postwar American fiction, California farm novels, and quiet family sagas built on small, telling moments, this is a novel to be lived in from the first stamped letter to the first sheet of water moving west across a corner of land that had waited for it.", "item_img_path" : "https://covers3.booksamillion.com/covers/bam/9/79/819/234/9798192340554_b.jpg", "price_data" : { "retail_price" : "15.99", "online_price" : "15.99", "our_price" : "15.99", "club_price" : "15.99", "savings_pct" : "0", "savings_amt" : "0.00", "club_savings_pct" : "0", "club_savings_amt" : "0.00", "discount_pct" : "10", "store_price" : "" } }

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