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At the beginning of  Attica Locke’s atmospheric novel The Cutting Season, a cottonmouth the length of a Cadillac falls from a live oak during a wedding at a restored plantation. “It only briefly stopped the ceremony, this being Louisiana after all.”

Still, plantation manager Caren Grey takes the snake as a sign that Belle Vie’s beauty is not to be trusted. “That beneath its loamy topsoil, the manicured grounds and gardens, two centuries of breathtaking wealth and spectacle, lay a land both black and bitter, soft to the touch, but pressing in its power.”

Caren knows this better than most. She grew up in Ascension Parish, daughter of Belle Vie’s cook, descendant of the freed slave Jason, whose mysterious disappearance more than a century ago still haunts the estate-turned-tourist attraction. When a migrant worker from the adjoining sugar cane fields is found murdered at Belle Vie, Caren’s good intentions and curiosity put her at cross-purposes with the local authorities, the plantation’s owners, much of the staff, her own preteen daughter, and the girl’s father, a D.C. attorney. Past secrets lead to present dangers, love and loyalty collide, and the murder mystery winds through the plot like a slithering snake. But larger questions of class, race and identity complicate the whole, and it is those mysteries that Locke so artfully explores in prose as seductive as Belle Vie’s magnolia-scented grounds.

Dennis Lehane chose The Cutting Season as the first book for his new imprint at HarperCollins, so it’s fitting that one of our best crime novelists also has a new book. Live by Night is a sort of sequel to The Given Day, but this layered historical novel of the Roaring Twenties in Boston, Tampa and Cuba stands tall on its own.

Joe Coughlin, the younger son of a corrupt Boston cop, comes to crime as a teen “because it was fun and he was good at it.” By 20, he thinks of himself as an outlaw, with his own code of love and loyalty that allows him to work for established gangsters despite his aversion to senseless violence.

Joe’s conflicted conscience doesn’t keep him out of trouble. Quite the contrary. Falling for a rival mobster’s sultry girlfriend leads to her disappearance and presumed death while bad boy Joe is toughened by prison. He’s mentored by a Mafia don, who sets him up as a rum-runner in Tampa on his release. Still good at what he does, enterprising Joe builds a boot-legging empire and marries a Cuban social activist. Over time, he takes on all comers and uses some of his dirty money for good deeds. Still, blood and betrayal are inescapable.

This all makes for entertaining Prohibition-era noir, and Lehane bends the genre conventions to his own ends so that the past takes on the vivid solidity of the known present.

Open Book: I bought two copies of Attica Locke’s The Cutting Season (HarperCollins), one for me and one for my cousins Meg and Gail. As Caroline Cousins, we’ve written three cozy mysteries set on a restored plantation, and I enjoyed the familarity of Locke’s setting and details. I wish we’d thought of the falling snake, although we’d have played it more for laughs, like our marauding seagulls and ghost gator, and Locke’s book is deadly serious. I admire it very much. Dennis Lehane is a long-time favorite, and I read a digital galley of Live By Night (Morrow) via edelweiss.

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During the dog days of summer, I live like a cat, napping a lot and waking for the occasional snack. I walk by night because only then is it cool enough. But unlike my feline companions, Cooper and Peach, I still read, although it’s lazy reading — magazines, mostly, or a book with pictures.

Which brings me to Carlene Brennen’s entertaining Hemingway’s Cats (Pineapple Press), recently reissued in paperback with a new cover, and a treat for Ernest Hemingway fans and feline fanciers.

Hemingway loved animals, especially cats, throughout his life, and they brought out his softer side. He nicknamed his first wife Hadley “Feather Cat,” and he used “Cat” and “Kitty” as terms of endearment. He liked dogs, too, especially Black Dog and Negrita, both of whom lived on the farm in Cuba where they were greatly outnumbered by cats of all sizes and stripes.

At one point in Cuba, Hemingway counted 57 felines on the the farm, writing philosophically, “One cat just leads to another…”  The book’s numerous photos, many of them family snapshots, give testament to this. Here’s black-and-white Boise taking a daily walk with Hemingway, as well as lolling on the tiles and making up to Mary, Hemingway’s fourth wife. Hemingway carries Boise around in other pictures, and considers him his dearest friend.

But readers also meet Friendless, a furry tuxedo “stud” cat who appears in the novel Islands in the Stream, and his brother Fatso, as well as Uncle Wolfer, Princessa and Cristobal, the tiger cat who dined off the table. Big Boy Peterson was the Idaho cat who kept the writer company in his last days. Papa liked having the cats around when he was writing, claiming they gave him “valuable aid.”

As to the term “Hemingway cat,’’ it generally refers to the many Key West cats with extra toes that still live at the Hemingway House, enchanting tourists and keeping away the rats. The polydactyl felines were thought by sailors to bring good luck, and those of us who have a Hemingway cat do consider ourselves fortunate. I’m sure Papa would approve of my Giant Peach, who has enormous mitts, and he would dearly love my friends’  little Hemingway cat, appropriately named Hadley.

Open Book: I received a review copy of the new paperback edition of Carlene Brennen’s Hemingway’s Cats (Pineapple Press). It now has a place of honor on the coffee table, which happens to be one of the favorite nap sites of the Giant Peach.

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