The Supremes at Earl’s All-You-Can-Eat

… by Edward Kelsey Moore

Reviewed for NewYork Journal of Books by Stevie Godson

The Supremes at Earl's All-You-Can-EatA CLUTCH of husbands, wayward and otherwise, a vicious small-town bigot, and even a couple of benign ghosts – including a most unladylike Eleanor Roosevelt – are among the characters who inhabit the pages of professional cellist Edward Kelsey Moore’s enchanting debut novel.

But it’s Odette, Clarice, and Barbara Jean – nicknamed The Supremes by their friends and watched over by avuncular diner owner Big Earl – who bear testament not only to the author’s literary skill, but also to his own supreme listening skills.

A childhood spent, by his own admission, eavesdropping on the women in his family as they talked at family gatherings, has paid off, enabling Mr Moore to breathe real life and warmth into his three very different, though equally memorable, main characters.

As he explains: “Even when I was too young to fully understand the often very adult subject matter of their conversations, I was struck by how quickly the topics veered from heartbreakingly tragic to wildly hilarious. I was also amazed that the aunts and cousins who had the hardest and saddest lives were always the funniest people at the table.”

The Supremes of the title comprise the seemingly fearless Odette, who chats regularly with the ghosts of her mama and her spectre sidekick, the hard-drinking Eleanor Roosevelt (“… the perfect little lady when she was in the White House – all lace doilies and finger bowls – but since she died … drunk as a skunk”) with as much equanimity as she does with her friends.

Then there’s Clarice Jordan Baker, whose original claim to fame is that she was the first black child born at University Hospital, in Plainview, Indiana, a fact her mother made sure everyone knew. Her birth, rhapsodised one newspaper article, heralded the arrival of ‘the new Negro family of the desegregated 1950s’. A talented classical pianist, Clarice has for years suppressed her own needs for those of her Ken-doll handsome, feckless husband, Richmond. When her dam of frustration finally bursts, Richmond’s almost swept away in the flood.

Barbara Jean’s start in life is far less salubrious. Born to a drunk on a stranger’s couch, it’s only when Odette and Clarice take her – somewhat grudgingly at first – under their collective teenage protection that she’s free to reach for her true potential. Loved to distraction by her wealthy, older husband, Lester, she’s nonetheless a fragile beauty, damaged by the socio-political times of her youth as well as a personal tragedy that’s almost too huge to bear.

The tumultuous story of the women’s enduring friendship, much of it played out at their regular table at Earl’s All-You-Can-Eat diner – the first black-owned business in Plainview, Indiana – spans some 40 years, from the time the civil rights movement starts to take hold.

I strongly suggest you read this book in its enchanting entirety before the inevitable movie deal comes to pass.

The Supremes at Earl’s All-You-Can Eat by Edward Kelsey Moore is published by Knopf.

(Stevie Godson is a columnist for South African newspaper the Daily Dispatch, a copy editor and a former books page editor.)

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  1. Sounds a bit like the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants and let’s hope it is just as successful.

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