The River at Night
By Erica Ferencik
304 pages;
Gallery/Scout Press
Four women have been getting
together for a few days every year to cut loose and relieve the pressure of bad
jobs, worse marriages, deaths in the family and cancer scares. Winifred, the
narrator of Ferencik's heart-pounding debut novel, is skeptical of this year's
jaunt, which will take the foursome deep into the Maine woods for some
white-water rafting. But Pia, the group's game-for-anything leader, is determined
to brave the wild, and their hunky tour guide is confident they can handle
whatever the Winnegosset River can throw at them. "Somehow [Pia] sparked
all of us to be our least reasonable, our best, most adventurous selves,"
Winifred thinks early on. This time around, though, that's trouble: The fact
that one of the friends is an ER nurse hints that things will go badly, but
Ferencik's novel overflows with surprises, from the extreme brutality of the
river to the cruelty of some menacing off-the-gridders who cross the path of
Winifred and her friends. The best surprise of The River at Night,
though, is how it rejects any sweethearted notions of tested sisterhood in
favor of a ripsnorting survival tale bolstered by Ferencik's writing, which
captures both the beauty and danger of the wild, "where for miles around
creatures with eyes built for darkness stared, with paws made for silence
crept, smelling us in all our fear and soft humanity."
— Mark Athitakis