Eden Springs

by Laura Kasischke

A novella set in the House of David religious colony that bubbles with mystery, scandal, and little-known history.

In 1903, a preacher named Benjamin Purnell and five followers founded a colony called the House of David in Benton Harbor, Michigan, where they prepared for eternal life by creating a heaven on earth. Housed in rambling mansions and surrounded by lush orchards and vineyards, the colony added a thousand followers to its...

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0814334644
• ISBN13: 9780814334645
• Release Date: March 2010
• Publisher: Wayne State University Press
• Length: 160 Pages
• Weight: 0.45 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.5" x 5.1" x 8.1"

Customer Reviews

Beautifully written, but a bit too short; subject deserves a full-length novel

While Laura Kasischke's novella, EDEN SPRINGS, is without question a beautiful and delicately wrought piece of prose, it was also a bit frustrating for me, i.e. it ended much too quickly and left too much unsaid. I know that "novella" implies brevity, but just the same, I wanted MORE of this story. I think perhaps the problem here is that Kasischke was working from the assumption that her readers already knew something about the colony of Eden Springs near Benton Harbor; that they already knew the story of Benjamin Purnell, the charismatic and apparently lecherous and unscrupulous leader of the religious group that populated this "kingdom." Well, I for one, knew very little about this slight slice of Michigan history. My only previous acquaintance with the Israelite House of David, came from a mostly pictorial piece about its regionally famous baseball team in the MICHIGAN HISTORY magazine a year or two ago. Granted, Kasischke did provide a brief bibliography at the end of her book, but that seemed a poor substitute for what could have been a much richer and more substantial book. Because the character of "King Ben" begs for a bigger stage. And all of those interesting women with which Kasischke peoples her story - what happened to all of them? I wanted to know more about some of those forced brides, the ones who had already been seduced and discarded by Purnell, and then casually assigned husbands for propriety's sake. I felt like poor Oliver Twist, holding out my bowl to Ms. Kasischke, asking, "Please, could I have some more?" Because the details and the phrasing here are simply delicious; there's just not enough. Consider the plural anonymous point of view sprinkled here and there throughout the book - the "we" representing all the girls and young women who have been used and wronged by King Ben. Here's an example - "Benjamin loved girls. To him, we were like fruit. To us, he was like God. He told us if we believed in him we would live forever - not just in spirit but in the flesh. When the end came, we'd have our young bodies back again, exactly as they were. Slim, unfreckled, fragrant. And it seemed more than possible. It seemed likely ..." These delicious "fruits" of Eden Springs: Myrtle Sassman, Elsie Hoover, Cora Moon, Lena McFarlane and others - who were these women? And King Ben, in his spotless white rainment, who laughed and compared himself to Christ Himself - what was the spell he cast over them; whence came his "magic"? I wanted more. While reading the story of Purnell and his followers I couldn't help but remember another similar story from Michigan, that of "King" James Strang, his several wives and the breakaway band of Latter Day Saints who populated Lake Michigan's Beaver Island in the nineteenth century. Is there something about Lake Michigan that attracts these strange religious cults? So much delicious potential here. Something was indeed "rotten" in this turn-of-the-20th-century paradise as the cover so graphically i