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New Crime Scene Johnstone Cheruiyot
Every map lies. Hers told the truth. A debut collection tracing migration, memory, and the small griefs that migrate with us across continents.
New Crime Scene
Johnstone Cheruiyot45°26′N 12°20′E — Venice
A route drawn in disappearing ink
A debut collection tracing migration, memory, and the small griefs that migrate with us across continents.
"A cartographer draws the world as it is. A daughter draws it as she needs it to be." — Ch. 4, New Crime Scene
- GenreCrime
- AuthorJohnstone Cheruiyot
- eBook$2.00
- Paperback$4.00
- Hardcover, Signed$23.00
- PublisherMeridian House
43°30′N 16°26′E — Split
An excerpt from the log
Chapter Four — The Uncertain Coast
The chart said open water. The sea said otherwise. I had learned, by then, that my father's maps were never wrong so much as early — as if he had drawn tomorrow's coastline a decade before the water agreed to move there. I throttled back and let the boat drift, and for a moment I understood why he'd never once, in twenty years, let anyone else hold the wheel through this stretch.
There was a name for what I was doing. It just wasn't cartography.
Marginalia
Notes left in other copies
"I read the last hundred pages standing up because I'd forgotten to sit back down. Voss writes water like she's afraid of it."
— A. Kariuki, Reader"A family mystery that never once resorts to melodrama. The restraint is the point."
— The Marginalia Review"Slow in the way a tide is slow — you don't notice the pull until you're already out past the reef."
— N. Odhiambo, BooksellerThe Collection
Twenty titles, one press
New Crime Scene
Every map lies. Hers told the truth.
The Cartographer's Daughter
Every map lies. Hers told the truth.
Salt and Silence
A coastline keeps its own kind of quiet.
The Weight of Small Birds
Poems for the things that almost left.
Static and Bone
The signal was never meant to answer back.
Everything We Buried
The garden remembers what the family won't say.
The Glassblower's Requiem
He could shape anything but forgiveness.
Ash Wednesday, Every Day
Some Lents don't end when the calendar says.
The Six-Hour War
It only takes one afternoon to lose everything.
A Field Guide to Leaving
Essays on the art of going, and staying gone.
The Understudy's Ghost
The show must go on. So must she.
Blue Hour in Marrakesh
The medina keeps its best stories for last.
The Taxonomy of Regret
She catalogued everything except her own life.
Copper Wire Prayers
What the old radios still carry.
The Orchard at the End of the World
The last harvest is never the one you expect.
Voluptates distincti
Mollit totam ratione