The Evening Road
is ostensibly about the events surrounding a lynching in the fictional town of
Marvel, Indiana, but it is really the story of two very different women, Ottie
Lee Henshaw and Calla Destry, who are changed by the events of the day.
Ottie Lee is at her job in an insurance office when her boss
tells her to put her things away, they’re going to a “rope party”. Everyone in
the office is aflutter with the excitement. Ottie and her boss pick up her
husband and begin a very circuitous trip to Marvel on which they see two dogs
wearing neckties, get threatened by a Civil War veteran, and meet many other
colorful characters. They also learn more about themselves and each other than
any of them expected.
Calla comes home from a picnic only to find that her foster
parents and many neighbors have left Marvel. She sets off to find them and
finds a good amount of trouble along the way. Calla’s story, much like Ottie’s,
is both funny and sad, but also carries with it an overarching sense of fear.
As a person of color so near to a lynching, Calla is in danger from the minute
she walks out the door. While both women’s stories occur at roughly the same
time and even overlap in strange ways, their experiences of the day could not
be more different.
Hunt does not use the terms “cornsilk” and “cornflower” as
racial epithets. While this could have easily been a hokey literary device, it
was instead a way to encourage the reader to slow down and think. By removing
known words for race from the vocabulary of the characters, Hunt forces the
reader to think about what words we ourselves use that so often reduce someone
to one aspect of their personhood. Each time a character refers to someone as a
cornsilk or cornflower, the reader is confronted with the assumptions that are
being made about that person and why.
The Evening Road
is inspired by real events that happened in Marion, Indiana in 1930. A photograph
of the Marion lynching was the inspiration for the song “Strange Fruit” written
by Abel Meeropol and made famous by Billie Holiday.
-Portia Kapraun
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