On an early spring night in 1991, Sophie and Crow, flushed with anticipation, slip away from a rowdy high school party and sneak off into the woods. Tonight, for the first time, they will make love. An hour later, Sophie lies unconscious, covered with blood, and Crow is crashing through the underbrush, hurling himself into the river to escape the police. . . .
What was meant to be an idyllic, intimate evening has turned into a nightmare. Despite Crow’s frantic claims of innocence, evidence at the scene suggests his guilt. And Sophie, by now awake in the hospital, refuses to speak, leaving the residents of the couple’s seemingly placid Tennessee town to draw their own wildly varying conclusions.
If Crow isn’t to blame, then who assaulted Sophie, and what compelled Crow to flee? With each answer comes a new set of questions. Elizabeth Cox’s vibrant and lyrical narrative revisits the events leading up to the fateful night, then shows how the tragedy reverberates throughout the community, among parents, friends, teachers, and neighbors–all connected to the young lovers, all with a stake in what happens next. As growing suspicions divide the town, a closer look reveals that everyone has something to hide.
A compelling and passionate page-turner, The Slow Moon waxes full with suspense, a haunting story of innocence lost, lives betrayed, and the courage required to face the truth.
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About the Author
Elizabeth Cox is the author of Night Talk, The Ragged Way People Fall Out of Love, Familiar Ground, and the story collection Bargains in the Real World. She is an instructor at the Bennington Graduate Writing Seminars and teaches at Wofford College in South Carolina, where she shares the John Cobb Chair of the Humanities with her husband, C. Michael Curtis. She lives in Spartanburg, South Carolina.
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So on that April evening in South Pittsburg, Tennessee, with spring just beginning, a copper moon rose, balanced like a huge persimmon, and two young teenagers, Crow Davenport and his girl Sophie, left a party and walked into the woods toward the river to be alone. They were quiet as they walked.
“You okay?” Crow asked her. They had already talked about what they would do tonight.
“I keep thinking somebody’s following us,” said Sophie. Her voice sounded thrilled, expectant.
“Who would follow us?” said Crow.
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t you want to do this?” Crow felt eager but would acquiesce if Sophie changed her mind.
“No. I do.” She looked around. “I do want to.”
“Then what’s the matter?” said Crow. He carried a small blanket from the house under his arm.
“Don’t you hear something?” Sophie asked.
“An owl, maybe.” They kept walking. Crow put his arm around her waist and pushed tree limbs away from her head.
“Wish I could see it,” said Sophie.
“Yeah.” Crow began to rub her shoulders, touching her long dark hair.
“If I could see it, I’d draw it,” she told him.
Sophie’s school notebooks were filled with drawings, and even though those drawings were not the first thing Crow had noticed, her notebook was something he could ask her about. Their first conversation was about how well she could draw.
“Right now?” he asked. “You’d want to draw something now?” He leaned her body against a tree and kissed her. He had kissed her the first time in her house, the odor of honeysuckle coming in like mist. They had heard a dog barking across the street. Crow had shown Sophie a slick gray stone that he carried in his pocket and asked if she liked it. She said she did, so he gave it to her, then kissed her on the lips, barely—a wing of moth.
But his desire to kiss her now felt urgent. Wind chimes hung on porches, sounding like temple bells.
“Let’s stay here,” said Sophie, and she led him deeper into the trees. And for a short while the night seemed to stop. “Put the blanket down,” she urged. “We can lie on these leaves.”
Here, at the mouth of a creek leading to the Tennessee River, in early evening, near the home where the Fairchilds lived—both parents away—a party was going on, alive with teenage bodies and hard music. But these two had wandered away from the party. Their love for each other made them feel separate from the others, better.
The day had been warm, with a brief rain, and the air hung like blue milk.
“Nobody’ll see us,” Crow tried to reassure himself. “Most everybody’s drunk by now anyway, or stoned.”
“I feel a little drunk myself,” Sophie confessed.
“You’re not used to it,” Crow said.
“Well, that part’s true.”
“Sophie,” he said, and kissed her again. He had not kissed her like this before. The creek widened, and from where they sat they heard water lap against the banks of sand and river foam. With no adults around, their dreams of pale longing increased in size. They believed they were grown. Flashes of heat lightning flickered, made them dizzy.
Sophie stepped backward, laughing. Flushed with pleasure, she caught Crow’s arm and said, “Let’s lie down.”
Crow pulled her onto the blanket. He put his arm around her, and they sat listening to the woods around them.
“I heard something,” Crow said, pulling back.
Sophie looked startled and turned toward the river. She was sitting with one leg up, her chin resting on her knee. Her skin downy white with a mole beside her ear at the hairline. To Crow, looking at her, nothing seemed diminished, nothing seemed small or uninteresting.
“I’m just kidding.” He tousled her hair.
Sophie stretched her neck like a cat about to purr.
“You want to go on down closer to the river?” he asked.
“No.” Sophie touched his leg.
“You want to stay here?”
Then she did something Crow had not imagined her doing, or rather imagined himself doing for her. She began to unbutton her shirt, fumbling. She leaned forward and removed it, unhooked her bra. Pieces of white cloth moved down her arms. She seemed like someone in a movie, her glossy hair, the line of her cheek. The wind scuttled through the trees, riffling the leaves. Crow could not believe her skin shining in the dark. For a moment he did not move, then she reached to unbutton his shirt.
Crow’s chest and arms were big-muscled. He wasn’t handsome, but he had a strong, manly appearance that made girls hum with pleasure when they saw him for the first time.
Sophie settled into a comfortable position.
They kissed each other carefully, as if handling a glass object. He pulled her skirt off, and as he kissed her breasts, her nipples grew hard.
“Sophie,” Crow whispered. Her hair spread on the ground, her face open, his hand on her breast. Then he rose above her. “Sophie. Sophie.” He shuddered with desire.
“I know,” she told him, but she looked uneasy. “Have you ever done this before?” Her voice sounded shaky.
“Not really,” he told her. “I mean, not like this.”
She didn’t ask what he meant.
The only other time Crow had had a woman was down by the railroad tracks when Tom, Casey, and Bobby paid for Eileen’s services on his fifteenth birthday. They gave him five condoms. The woman was thirty-something, and she cost fifty dollars. He hadn’t liked it as much as he thought he would, but he liked it enough to think of her every night for two weeks afterward. The best part being that his friends knew he was no longer a virgin. He wouldn’t tell Sophie about Eileen, but he was glad to feel the confidence of experience.
“Have you?” He didn’t think she had. He felt caught by the perfume of her body.
She let him stroke her arms and legs. She made him feel slow-witted. As Crow moved on top of her, she parted her legs slightly, willing. She did not urge him to wait or stop. He touched her thighs, between her thighs. He looked at her white, papery skin and the thick tuft of dark hair. When Crow looked back at her face, her mouth seemed edgy, and a hot-blooded certainty came running toward him like a horse.
For a long while they urged each other with odd angles of arms and legs, a wild symmetry of touch and whisperings that moved them into a mood of perfect order.
“I want to go inside you.” His words were a question, but he was almost inside her already, pushing. Sophie did not resist, but then said, “Wait, wait.”
“No, please. Let me. Sophie, please.”
“Do you have something, Crow? Aren’t you going to use something?”
“Shit.” He seemed awake now.
“Oh, shit. I think I came a little bit.”
“But don’t you have something?” They had talked about using something the first time.
“It’s in the car. In the glove compartment.”
“I think we should—”
“Okay.” He cursed himself for leaving the condom behind. “I’ll get it.” He leapt up, pulled on his underwear. The car was parked down the street in a church parking lot. No one had parked in the Fairchilds’ driveway.
“Hurry,” Sophie said. She looked trembly, but determined.
“I will.” He laughed and slipped on his shoes. “I will.” He left his shirt, pants, and wallet in a pile on the ground.
“Your shirt,” Sophie whispered. “You forgot your shirt.”
“It’s okay,” he said. “This won’t take long.” Sophie covered herself with his shirt and pulled on her panties.
Crow hurried through the woods toward the parking lot. There must have been ten cars parked there. He found his car, opened the glove compartment, and grabbed the package of condoms. For one brief instant he wondered if they should go through with this. He already felt foolish. But Sophie was waiting for him. Her hair and mouth, her skin that smelled like oranges. He started toward the woods.
But at that moment he heard a pickup drive into the lot, a group of girls laughing. He ducked down beside the car. When they laughed, he thought they had seen him in his underwear, were going to make fun of him, but they were only teasing each other. They got out of the truck and lit cigarettes. He was going to have to stay until they left. He recognized their voices.
The girls took their time. Crow cursed his bad luck and waited. His legs began to cramp from squatting. The girls laughed louder, lit more cigarettes. Sophie would wonder what was taking him so long. After what seemed a long while, Crow decided to risk embarrassment; but just then one of the girls grew impatient and began to urge everyone toward the house.
Crow stumbled into the woods. He pictured Sophie’s face, her long legs. He could hardly wait to touch her again, and grew excited even while running. But when he got to the place where they had been, Sophie wasn’t there. He called to her. No answer. He called again. Then he saw something, something white, further in the woods, and walked slowly toward it.
She didn’t answer but moved slightly.
“Oh, shit. Oh, Christ. Sophie, is that you?”
He heard her moan, and as he stood over her, he saw that she had blood on her legs and hands.
“Damn.” She seemed to be unconscious. “Sophie? Sophie? What happened?”
But before he could lean to touch her, he heard a police siren and a car pull up near the house. Blue lights flashed in the driveway; men headed through the woods. The silky murmur of night birds was dying down. They’ll think I did this, he thought. I’ll just tell them. I’ll say I just came back and found her. He reached for his shirt. He wanted to look dressed. He heard them enter the backyard, talking, asking questions, coming toward him.
“Sophie?” he whispered. “Are you awake?” He shook her slightly and she moaned.
The flashlights moved deeper into the trees. “Sophie?” he said. He struggled to put her clothes back on—her panties, her shirt—then began to run. He ran fast, his legs paddling themselves on the marshy ground. When the flashlights and voices reached her, someone yelled, “We found her,” and as he ran Crow heard a jumble of exclamations.
She’ll be okay, he told himself. They’ll take care of her.
But what had happened? He had been gone only twenty, twenty-five minutes. Or was it longer? His first thought when he saw her was: Did I do that? He knew he hadn’t, but still it was his first thought, and the thought hit him like dropping a stack of plates—they all broke. “Shit. Oh shit.”
Crow ran toward the river, toward the subaqueous life of its silty edge. He could barely hear their voices anymore. He thought of finding her lying there, and he couldn’t think of her name. Sophie. He could not imagine leaving her there; even as he left, running away from her, still he could not imagine himself leaving her.
He went past trees. His bones formed waves of heat and fired his body. He grew giddy and sick. Limbs reached down to pull hair from his scalp. He ran, and became older running. In just a few moments he would be far away, and he would not have to explain anything to anyone.
When he got to the river, he heard someone running behind him, still far off, but behind him, so he went into the water. His pockets filled with mud. He swam underwater to hide behind bushes. In a few minutes flashlights scoured the bank, and Crow stayed very still. They had not seen him. After they left, after the voices had died away, he came out of the water and fell on the bank. He waited—he didn’t know how long—until the Fairchild house turned dark; then he went to his car and drove home.
Crow entered his house through the back door and removed his clothes in the mudroom; he walked in his underwear to the outside spigot to wash himself. When he looked up, his father stood at the back door.
“What the hell is going on?” his father asked, flipping on the kitchen light.
Crow jerked away from the hose. “I fell in the river,” he said, his voice calmer than he imagined it could be. “Some of the guys were kidding around and pushed me in.”
“Come in here. You know what time it is?”
“No sir.” Crow didn’t move.
“It’s almost three o’clock,” his father said. “We got a call. Something’s happened to Sophie Chabot.” He watched Crow enter the house. “Police found her in the woods behind the Fairchild house. She was unconscious and a wallet was found near the place where she was. About twenty feet away, they said. It had your stuff in it.”
Without thinking, Crow reached for his back pocket, even though he wore only underwear now. “I was with her tonight,” he said. “We went to that party. But when I left I thought she was going home, I mean . . .” He felt like a ventriloquist speaking. “She’s all right, isn’t she? Maybe I should’ve taken her home.”
“Maybe you should’ve.” They gravitated toward each other, and Carl Davenport put his hand on his son’s shoulder. “What’s that on your leg?”
Crow had a gash on his leg from running through the woods, falling. The blood formed moist clots.
“Get that cleaned up. I’m thinking we should call Raymond Butler. I think there’s going to be trouble. Don’t say anything now, and don’t tell your mother anything at all. Let me handle her.” He paused, thinking.
Crow wanted to ask questions, but he was afraid of appearing guilty. He wanted to ask why they needed a lawyer.
“We’ll call Butler at home. Go on to bed, and here, give me those clothes.”
Crow lay in bed now and tried to imagine Sophie, and why he felt the need to lie. He remembered kissing her, but she became faceless as he remembered. His mind refused to bring in anything but a black bed of cold leaves and her mouth—too small now.
He rushed to the toilet to vomit, bringing up small pieces of meat and corn in white slime. He recognized portions of his dinner that evening, which he’d eaten before meeting up with Sophie. That seemed years ago now. He vomited again, until there was nothing left but his own gagging reflex. He didn’t want to stop; he wanted to throw out everything that had happened, let it land in water and be flushed.
Reading Group Guide
1. Why do you think Elizabeth Cox chose the lines from Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s poem “Ulysses” to open her story?
2. Born and raised in Tennessee, Elizabeth Cox fills The Slow Moon with rich details about life in a small Southern town. How important is the novel’s setting? Could the same story have unfolded in a big city? Did the attitudes and personalities of the residents of South Pittsburgh remind you of anyone you know?
3. As the story builds, the attack on Sophie Chabot is repeated through the eyes of more than one character, and the details of what really happened that night are gradually revealed. How did this affect your impression of the main characters who were directly involved in the crime?
4. How would you describe the romantic relationships between the teenagers in The Slow Moon, as compared to the courtships and intimacy that Cox portrays in their parents’ generation?
5. What dark family secrets are the Davenports and the Baileys hiding, and who else in town is concealing something important? Is it better to keep family secrets buried, or is it healthier for people to reveal the skeletons in their closets?
6. Bringing out the truth and facing up to it is a central theme in The Slow Moon. Which characters are the bravest at confronting the truth, and who does the best job of ignoring it?
7. Several of the parents and guardians portrayed in the novel take their responsibilities seriously, asking themselves–and one another–hard questions about the best way to raise and protect a child. Can you recall a good example of this? What particular challenges do Aurelia and Rita face as single parents?
8. How would you describe the relationships between Crow, Bobby, Antony, and their respective fathers? What do they have in common? And ultimately, how strongly are the sons affected by their fathers’ life choices?
9. Carl treats his sons, Johnny and Crow, very differently. Why does he do this, and what affect does it have on the two boys? Is Helen right when she accuses her husband of loving Johnny more than Crow?
10. Consider some of the key friendships in The Slow Moon: between Helen and Louise, Crow and Bobby, Sophie and Grace, and E.G. Hollis and Charlie Post. What makes these relationships so strong and believable?
11. When the police start questioning Sophie’s classmates about the night she was attacked, Antony’s grandmother fears that he will be implicated in the crime simply because he is African American. Do you think that she is overreacting, or is this still a powerful concern in twenty-first-century America?
12. After those responsible for the attack on Sophie are jailed, they are visited by several members of the community. Do the perpetrators deserve this kindness, and if so, why? What motivates their visitors to stop by?
13. What gives Sophie the strength to heal?
14. What do you make of the graphic episode that takes place during the October Carnival, when Mackey’s monkeys spin out of control? Does this scene shed new light on the human violence that appears earlier in the novel?
15. At the story’s conclusion, what do you think will happen to Sophie and Crow? Has justice been done?
I'm an English teacher, so I read voraciously, and I think I'm pretty hard to impress when it comes to literature. I'm always on the look out for books that I can fall in love with. I know I love a book when I don't want it to end. I was thrilled with this book. I was immediately taken in with the plot. The characters are so true and believable. This book has plot and sub-plot that you feel deeply invested in. The language is very beautiful and it's a deeply moving, riveting, finely crafted novel. I recommended this book for our seniors, for the summer reading list. LOOOOOOOOOVED IT!
What a great book! The story hooks you from the very beginning and is beautifully written! Fans of Jodi Picoult will fall in love with this book! I look forward to reading more from this author!
It begins quietly enough, romantically, if you will. We hear: 'So on that April evening in South Pittsburg, Tennessee, with spring just beginning, a copper moon rose, balanced like a huge persimmon, and two young teenagers, Crow Davenport and his girl Sophie, left a party and walked into the woods toward the river to be alone.' Two sweethearts have gone into the woods to make love. But shortly after a blanket has been spread on the ground Sophie asks Crow if he has protection. At her urging he races off to his car to retrieve a condom. Upon returning Sophie isn't exactly where he had left her in fact, she is not at all as he had left her. She's bruised, bleeding, moaning in pain. Although Crow does not know it at the time she has been gang raped. When he hears the siren of a police car he panics and runs, frightened that he will be blamed. When his wallet is found by Sophie, of course, he is blamed. After Sophie regains consciousness she says nothing, leaving the townspeople to wonder why. As the story unfolds author Cox adroitly reveals the personalities and paradoxes of those involved, from Bobbie who first laid claim to Sophie and was Crow's best friend to Helen, Crow's ultra religious mom, to Crow's rather introverted younger brother and others. All have a story to tell and secrets to keep. Actor/singer Christine Williams gives a fine reading of this tale of teenage angst, confusion, lust, and the desire to be grown. She has a rather lilting, pleasing, sympathetic voice that carries listeners along to a surprising conclusion. - Gail Cooke
Elizabeth Cox gives Jodi Picoult a run for her money!
When a young couple go into the woods during a party to experience their first time, something happens, and the girl ends up assaulted and raped. With no memory of the event and no one to point the finger to, there is a lot of blame to go around, and it tears their small town apart. Interesting story about relationships, forgiveness, and justice. I will add that there is a scene of graphic animal cruelty in this book.
Very enjoyable. I read this book in one day and loved it. I would recommend it to others.
I enjoyed this book as a welcome distraction from my life at the moment. It's very beautifully written, with a sort of sense that as you read about each character it seems that the character is the most important one, the one the book is really about. The story centres around a girl that gets attacked, and her boyfriend gets accused and arrested when she can't remember what happened. It's set in a small town, where everyone knows each other, but they actually don't, if you know what I mean. It reminded me of Twin Peaks, where everybody's got a secret, and the story looks like your classis 'whodunnit'. Where this story differs though, is that it offers real depth into the hearts of the characters, what they want with their lives, and how the attack of the girl gets them all inspired, so to speak, to tell the truth about who they are and what they want from life.
I enjoyed this book although there were quite a bit of unbelievable scenes and scenarios ( the affair with Ava- what wife would put up with that nonsense? and the last scene in the book with the monkeys, also when Sopihe calmly confronts her rapist- alone in her house- after six weeks healing?) aside from those inconsistencites I actually enjoyed the story and the prose.
Perhaps the intended audience for this book is young teenagers and if that's the case, it is probably a good story. However, I found the 'mystery' of who actually committed the crime to be not much of a mystery at all. And, there were so many different themes covered that did not relate to one another (rape, adultery, gay adolescence, parental abandonment, and Yes, even wild monkeys!), I found the story to be unfocused. I guess it could be argued that life is full of different experiences. But for me, "The Slow Moon" was a real sleeper.
Couldn't really get into it, there is a lot going on in the plot.
THIS BOOK WAS ABSOUTLEY BEAUTIFUL..I COULDN'T PUT THIS BOOK DOWN. I FINISHED IT IN ABOUT 3 HOURS..I HONESTLY DIDN'T EXPECT IT TO END THE WAY IT DID, BUT THAT'S THE POINT OF THRILLER BOOKS. I WOULD RECOMMEND THIS BOOK TO ANYONE WHO LOVES TO READ. THIS AUTHOR IS A GENIOUS..AND HOPE THAT SHE COMES OUT WITH SOMEMORE BOOKS BECAUSE I WOULD LOVE TO READ THEM.
The book I read was The Slow Moon by Elizabeth Cox. There were two main characters Crow and Sophie. This book is about Sophie getting raped by someone and it¿s a mystery to the whole town. The town blames Crow for the incident that happened to Sophie. Crow in reality wasn¿t the one that committed the crime. Crow finds out that the whole town has something to hide. I think the type of people who should read this book is teenagers. I really liked this book because it shows that anything can happen to anyone. The book is 320 pages. It is a easy read and not difficult to understand it. I would rate this book 3.5 stars.
i LOVED this book. it was short enuf to finish in a couple days. i loved the entire thing from front to back!! good easy emotional read.
I was not impressed with this book at all. Some of the lines were written beautifully, but the book was not focused around the attack. The author gave you too much detail on people that were not important to the storyline. And did not give you enough detail on what should be important. There was not many details on how Sophie was after the attack, not much mentioned on the prepration for the trial. The trial was like 2 pages long.Very disappointing for me as I waited for the book to come out in paperback before I bought it. I thought it would be better than what it was portrayed to be. I don't think I will share this book with friends.
In THE SLOW MOON by Elizabeth Cox, Sophie and her Mom move to a small southern town to start a new life after the death of their beloved father and husband in Montana. Sophie seems to blend right in, meeting the popular girls and hanging out with a group of boys who are practicing to become the new greatest boy band. Her Mom, Rita finds a job made for her, and townspeople who make her interested in living again. Then one beautiful night, after leaving a party, Sophie and her boyfriend, Crow, decide to explore their relationship in the beauty of the surrounding woods. When Crow discovers that he has forgotten a necessity, and returns to his car to make amends, the unthinkable happens. Sophie is rapped and Crow panics and runs away. Then the journey through the lives and feelings of their small town begins. We learn about the boys and their families, coaches and teachers who have befriended the children, and the legal system that is trying to figure out who did this terrible thing. Sophie can't remember, and Crow seems guilty because of the DNA evidence and his frightened run. We enter into the minds and emotions of everyone in a beautiful flow with the authors descriptive writing talents. It is often said that the journey is more important than the ending, but in this marvelously written story, as enticing as the Genius epic of mankind's beginnings, both the journey and the suspense become one brilliant read. It flows and ebbs as with the tides of the moon, and it¿s pull on mankind and earth alike. No one is perfect and the hurts and flaws of everyone begin to surface. Even so, the characters are so very believable, and feel like people that we might know in our own lives. No solution is the perfect answer but the journey continues and promises of new moon times come again. This is one of the most tied together books, the most beautifully written passages, and the most engaging character studies that I have read in a long time. I feel that I can relate to all of the characters and my opinions fluctuate with each new exploration of the characters. This book will make for wonderful discussions within book groups. There is a fine line between what happens and why, but truth and right wins in the end. One wonders what will happen in the next chapter of these peoples' lives. Elizabeth Cox will be an author that book groups will keep track of if this is any indication of her abilities to engage the reader!!!