As I was reading this book, I kept wondering about living back in the 1930's. I sure was not going to like it, or I sure was not going to like the version Dallas painted by chronicling the story of Persian Pickle Club. Quite a peculiar name for a club of ordinary women from all walks of life. There was definitely nothing specifically "Persian" about this club. Interestingly Dallas (in)advertently didn't let on the bond amongst the club members --so the end came as a surprise to me.
a part of the Pickles was an honor and attending the gatherings was the
thing to look forward to in lives of these women who were otherwise
(not so) busy with the chores of a sluggish farming season due to lack
of rain --at least this was the case for Queenie Bean the narrator.
what happens when a new inductee to the club, not by choice but by
association to another member, turns into a reporter and assigned to
report on a local crime. Well, solving the crime is more important to
Rita Ritter than being accepted to the club --this could be fine so long
as the club doesn't have anything to hide.
written in old fashioned, supposedly 30's style language. At times I
had doubts about whether Dallas was being true to that era, however I
read someone's review on GoodReads who assures this indeed is the case,
says: "Trust me, Sandra has done an awesome job of describing the
people and the period in the flint hills area outside Topeka. One should
read this book to truly understand our mid-American heritage and
character. The plot is just a vehicle to get to that knowledge."