From Publishers Weekly
A sleepy 1950s Florida town becomes a racial battleground in McCarthy's insightful, fervent second novel (after Lay That Trumpet in Our Hands). Recently widowed, Franklin Dare moves his family to Florida to start a new life in the lush citrus groves. But his young children catch the eye of a corrupt sheriff, K.A. DeLuth, who proclaims Daniel's hair too "kinked" and Rebecca's nose too wide and bans them from Lake Esther Elementary (according to Florida law, any child deemed one-eighth black or more cannot attend an all-white school). Only unimpeachable evidence that Franklin has no black blood-in fact, he is part Croatan Indian-will result in the children's readmittance. Employing the Dare affair in his re-election campaign, DeLuth stirs up local racists and Klan members. But two of the area's most prominent and spirited women-newspaper editor Ruth Cooper Barrows and Lila Hightower, the daughter of the county's deceased strongman, whom DeLuth once counted as an ally-crusade in defense of the children. While the sheriff wins re-election, he loses face when more townsfolk come forward to side with the Dares, who are prepared to take their fight to court. The Dares' legal triumph over a bumbling defense isn't quite the end, though, as DeLuth proves his insanity and a friend of Daniel's makes the ultimate sacrifice. The ending may present more questions than answers, but it doesn't take away from McCarthy's flawless dialogue, warm characters and compassionate wit, all of which service a moving story about the powers of love and justice. Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.

From School Library Journal
Adult/High School--In the early 1950s, local law in Florida could prohibit children who were demonstrably one-eighth African American or more from attending school--whether public or private--with "white" children. Rather than taking the effects of such segregationist policies as the theme here, McCarthy casts her net more widely: How are both individuals and the community affected when some are declared to be among the unprotected class in spite of identifying themselves as members of the majority power? Told from several viewpoints, the story of a fifth grader's expulsion--on the basis of his suspiciously nappy hair--develops into revelations about the secrets maintained by the community's leading family, the moral resources of the corrupt sheriff's wife, and the power and limitations of the free press. This is not a perfect literary work as it lacks the subtlety and grace of such novels as Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird, and there are structural problems. However, the overarching strength of the tale is the realistic interplay of government policy and private lives, as well as the clash between perceived cultural truths and actual scientific facts. Most successful is McCarthy's realization of the consciousness--or lack thereof--of the era, making this story more suited to support of the social sciences curriculum than to language arts.--Francisca Goldsmith, Berkeley Public Library, CA Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.

Review
"Provokes more than enough moral indignation on the part of the reader to keep one turning pages... well-paced."
--The Miami Herald
 
"Beautifully written.... McCarthy's characters are fascinatingly complex.... A sharply drawn picture of a struggle for justice against a corrupt system."
--Orlando Sentinel


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Review
"Provokes more than enough moral indignation on the part of the reader to keep one turning pages... well-paced."
--The Miami Herald
 
"Beautifully written.... McCarthy's characters are fascinatingly complex.... A sharply drawn picture of a struggle for justice against a corrupt system."
--Orlando Sentinel


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From the Inside Flap
In the idyllic town of Lake Esther, Florida, little is allowed to ripple the surface calm—which is just the way Sheriff Kyle Deluth likes it. But when Deluth "removes" two young children from the local school because of the color of their skin, the sheriff's senseless act of cruelty sparks a fire under the women of Lake Esther that will scorch the lives of all involved. In their pursuit of justice, an indomitable heiress, a revered journalist, and a fading Southern Belle will forge an unlikely alliance across the racial divide. One that will change the face of the town—and their lives—forever.

Deeply moving and peopled with a rich cast of characters, Susan Carol McCarthy mines the hotbed of racism with insight and compassion. Bittersweet, inspirational and wholly compelling, True Fires confirms McCarthy’s reputation as a dazzling new voice in probing real-life events to interpret the injustices of our past.


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About the Author
Susan Carol McCarthy lives in Carlsbad, California. Her acclaimed debut novel, Lay That Trumpet in Our Hands, was the winner of the 2003 Chautauqua South Fiction Award and was named one of the Best Fiction Books of 2002 by San Diego Magazine.


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Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
1

Outside the wall of windows, the unrelenting flatness sets Daniel’s mind to dreaming, sketching mountains, ridges, and rain gullies in the wasted space between the sparse Bermuda grass and the vast staring-down sky. Suddenly, a flare of light—blazing sun careening off polished car chrome—yanks Daniel’s eyes out the open doorway. The light glares in the face of the skinny boy on his left and the girl with the yellow hair in front of him. As the two-toned car comes to a stop in front of the school office, the skinny boy points; the girl gawks. And the two of them whisper, not to Daniel, never to him, “The Sheriff, K. A. DeLuth,” their tones at once fearful and reverential.

Haw, Daniel scoffs inside his head, y’all call that a Sheriff in Floridy? Looks like he couldn’t tell a still from a smudge pot, and wouldn’t bother dirtyin’ his boots to try. Up home, Sheriff Jim is Pap’s fifth cousin and he’s got two stills. One to keep, he says, and one to share, when the revenuers come through, needin’ somethin’ to bust up. That still’s been moved around and busted up more times than anyone can count. Sheriff Jim brags he’s got the least still still in Avery County!

Daniel snickers at ol’ Jim’s familiar joke but stops as the skinny boy and the yellow-haired girl turn on him, their flat eyes hard with disgust.

He’s been at this school ten days now, but nonetheless, the depth of their contempt surprises him. The first two days, his fellow fifth graders had seemed entertained, charmed even, by his tales from up home in Pigeon Ridge, North Carolina.

“Pigeon Ridge? You got lots of pigeons up there?” they’d asked.

“Nary one.” He’d grin. “But we got more ravens than you kin shake a stick at. Know why the raven’s so black? Th’ Ol’ Cher’kee says he got burned black, stealing fire from heaven for the folks on Grandfather Mountain.”

Oh, they’d liked him fine then. But, the day after that, the girl with the hair as bright and shiny as a river trout turned on him, her blue eyes squinty, her nose squinched, and asked, real loud, “Don’t you have anything else to wear?” That question and his answer turned everything sideways. The grins of the others were gone. Now, their eyes either glittered with bone-naked revulsion or skittered off elsewhere as if he weren’t even there.

Daniel the Lone Ranger he’d become, laying low behind a mask of amused mockery he didn’t really feel, feeding the hungry rumble of his homesickness constant helpings of memory and imagination.

Outside, the Sheriff’s door slams shut. He’s got a fancier car than ol Jim, I’ll give ’im that. And, Daniel notes as the big man hitches up his broad belt, an even fancier gun.

The sight of the Sheriff’s pistol with its pearly white handle sends the boy’s mind wandering. In his lap, his palms fold, one up, one down, several inches apart. In his mind, he grasps his own little bolt-action .22, its barrel ice cold as he crunches through the crisp freedom of the October woods; brown nut grass, stiff with first frost, crumbling beneath his feet. Here, sun slants bright through the half-bare hickory grove. And just there, the tail of a fat fox squirrel flickers. Daniel stops, takes aim, lets the squirrel back his way round the trunk into full view, then, Bam! Got him! Easy pickin’s for a lover of Mam’s squirrel burgoo.

Mam. Without warning, her long skinny face swells up in front of him: grinning at a tow sack heavy with a dozen skinned pink squirrels, grimacing at the pain eating up her innards, composed peaceful-like by old Miz Sary on the pine plank she called her cooling board. This last memory of his mother, colorless except for the strange spots of rouge somebody smudged on her cheekbones, tightens the muscles around his sore heart. All at once, Mam’s pointy fingers, never still, ever impatient with any sort of dillydallying, poke him sharply in the shoulder.

“Sammy,” the harsh whisper says. Mam never called him that. “Sammy! Teacher want you, up to the front,” the grubby boy behind him says.

Dazed, Samuel Daniel Dare stands and shuffles his oversize feet between the desks toward the front. He feels, like pinpricks, the other children’s eyes on his plaid shirttail. He drops his chin hastily, hoping they can’t see, don’t notice the backs of his big ears flushing darkly red. Their sharp laughter tells him they can, and do.

2

Sheriff K. A. DeLuth grabs his hat off the other seat then pauses to center his belt buckle between the stiff parallel creases in his shirt and pants legs. “A fine figure of a man,” the President of the Ladies Auxiliary called him, meaning his six-foot, six-inch height which, with his hat on (an authentic Texan ten-gallon, a gift from the Governor) and the heels of his size-thirteen boots, grows to damn near seven feet tall.

SHERIFF K. A. DeLUTH. The gold letters on his car door glint his arrival. To the voters who will, no doubt, reelect him next month for an unprecedented third term, the ballot reads Sheriff Kyle Ambrose (K. A.) DeLuth, Incumbent. But among his powerful friends, the citrus growers and cattlemen who own and run this county, and among those who dare cross them, he’s Kick Ass. The Honorable Sheriff Kick Ass DeLuth. He nods, relishing the feel of his hat on his head, the velvety smooth rim of the brim. At your service.

This place hasn’t changed a bit, he thinks, ducking his head to enter the school office. Same damn chairs, same old prune face behind the counter, must be—what? seventy-something by now.

“Good afternoon, young lady,” he says, turning on the charm, removing his hat in a practiced arc.

“Kyle DeLuth! Last time I saw you in here, you were on the receiving end of a rather large piece of pine!” Miss May White’s attempted grin cross-stitches the folds of her ancient face. “You sure have done well for yourself.”

“Thank you, Miss May. And you haven’t changed a bit. Boss man in?”

“In for you, I’ll bet. Edward,” she calls loudly into the open door six feet away, “you here for Kyle DeLuth?”

“Ol’ K. A.? ’S long as he’s not here for me, I am.” Ed Cantrell calls, waving him in with a smile.

DeLuth passes through the swinging half door next to the counter, drops his big hat in the center of Miss May’s desk, and extends his right hand to grip the principal’s squat little paw.

“Missed you at Rotary today,” the Sheriff says, settling into one of the uncomfortably small wooden chairs in front of the principal’s desk, adjusting the crease in his crossed pants leg.

“Damn district reports, due end of the week,” Cantrell says and shakes his bald head at the paperwork blanketing his desk. “What can I do you for?” he asks quickly.

The Sheriff notes the hint of anxiousness in Cantrell’s voice, views it as the respect that he considers his due.

“Sat next to Clive Cunningham at lunch. You got the last of his kids here in the fifth grade, sweet little thing named Caroline, pick of ol’ Clive’s litter?”

“Sure do. ‘A’ student, too.” Cantrell says it a little too heartily, clearly curious why a man of Clive Cunningham’s status would involve the Sheriff in a school problem.

“Well, Caroline’s come home complaining about some boy in her class. New kid, name of Dare? Not that he’s bothered her or anything, but seems he’s a little on the too-tan side. Clive’s driven by the playground, given him the once-over, thinks he might be some sort of high-toned mule-otto, tryin’ to pass for white.”

Cantrell’s big chair squeaks as he shifts his bulk forward, alert now. “I know the boy you mean. He and his little sister are new—week ago Monday, October sixth. But they got redheaded cousins who’ve been here a year already.”

“Well,”—DeLuth stretches a foot to admire the mirror-sharp sheen on his boot toe—“with all this nonsense coming out of the Supreme Court, and you know better ’n I do the Governor’ll close the schools before he’ll integrate, we got to keep an eye out for any sort of left-wing foolishness. I told Clive I’d check this kid out myself, that is,”—DeLuth pauses to make sure Cantrell realizes he’s being thrown a bone—“if it’s all right with you.”

“Of course.” The principal nods hastily. “He’s in Sarah Burch’s room. Want me to call him out?” He’s already swiveling toward the P.A. system on the table beside his desk.

The Sheriff shakes his head, rising up and out of the too-small chair. “You got your hands full here, Ed. I’ll just stroll over there, take a look-see and be on my way. Fifth grade still where it used to be? And the sister’s in—what? First grade? Second?”

“Second,” Cantrell says, standing awkwardly. “Sure you don’t want me to come?”

“Naw, probably nothing anyway,” DeLuth says, waving him back into his seat.

“Haven’t changed a bit,” he winks at Miss May as he swings his hat off the rack behind her desk.


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FROM THE PUBLISHER

"Samuel Daniel Dare may only be in the fifth grade, but he has known more heartache than any boy should. Since the death of his mother, the Dare family has left their hollow in the Carolinas to seek their fortune in the endless orange groves of Florida." "But the local sheriff doesn't like the looks of the Dare children. In fact, Sheriff Kyle Deluth wants them banned from the all-white school - which can legally block any child who is more than one-eighth Negro. Never mind that the family is part Croatan Indian, not black. In these parts, K.A. Deluth's word is law." "Although, a court battle will ultimately determine the Dares' fate, the seething court of public opinion has already sentenced them to the status of outcasts. And a silent band of cowards clad in white sheets comes calling in the night." But among the sea of racists, an unlikely pair of supporters surface: Lila Hightower - the complicated prodigal daughter of the county's most powerful man - and Ruth Cooper Barrows, new-in-town editor of the local paper. Together, the two women forge a dangerous alliance to confront the good ol' boy network in a shattering, no-holds-barred fight. But it is an unexpected ally who will change the face of the town - and their lives - forever. And in the process, a powerful friendship will teach Daniel Dare something no schoolbook ever could.

FROM THE CRITICS

Publishers Weekly

A sleepy 1950s Florida town becomes a racial battleground in McCarthy's insightful, fervent second novel (after Lay That Trumpet in Our Hands). Recently widowed, Franklin Dare moves his family to Florida to start a new life in the lush citrus groves. But his young children catch the eye of a corrupt sheriff, K.A. DeLuth, who proclaims Daniel's hair too "kinked" and Rebecca's nose too wide and bans them from Lake Esther Elementary (according to Florida law, any child deemed one-eighth black or more cannot attend an all-white school). Only unimpeachable evidence that Franklin has no black blood-in fact, he is part Croatan Indian-will result in the children's readmittance. Employing the Dare affair in his re-election campaign, DeLuth stirs up local racists and Klan members. But two of the area's most prominent and spirited women-newspaper editor Ruth Cooper Barrows and Lila Hightower, the daughter of the county's deceased strongman, whom DeLuth once counted as an ally-crusade in defense of the children. While the sheriff wins re-election, he loses face when more townsfolk come forward to side with the Dares, who are prepared to take their fight to court. The Dares' legal triumph over a bumbling defense isn't quite the end, though, as DeLuth proves his insanity and a friend of Daniel's makes the ultimate sacrifice. The ending may present more questions than answers, but it doesn't take away from McCarthy's flawless dialogue, warm characters and compassionate wit, all of which service a moving story about the powers of love and justice. (Dec. 30) Forecast: Cross-promotion to high school reading programs and regional attention should provide a firm basis for sales, and handselling nationwide could broaden McCarthy's readership. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.

School Library Journal

Adult/High School-In the early 1950s, local law in Florida could prohibit children who were demonstrably one-eighth African American or more from attending school-whether public or private-with "white" children. Rather than taking the effects of such segregationist policies as the theme here, McCarthy casts her net more widely: How are both individuals and the community affected when some are declared to be among the unprotected class in spite of identifying themselves as members of the majority power? Told from several viewpoints, the story of a fifth grader's expulsion-on the basis of his suspiciously nappy hair-develops into revelations about the secrets maintained by the community's leading family, the moral resources of the corrupt sheriff's wife, and the power and limitations of the free press. This is not a perfect literary work as it lacks the subtlety and grace of such novels as Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird, and there are structural problems. However, the overarching strength of the tale is the realistic interplay of government policy and private lives, as well as the clash between perceived cultural truths and actual scientific facts. Most successful is McCarthy's realization of the consciousness-or lack thereof-of the era, making this story more suited to support of the social sciences curriculum than to language arts.-Francisca Goldsmith, Berkeley Public Library, CA Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.

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