Every place has its own magic, and just about every place has its own mermaids, too. Even the desert, according to Kim Antieau and her friends and fellow storytellers. The Old Mermaids were born in the writers’ community in Tucson, Arizona in the early years of this century. They’re still there, and still welcoming writers and artists to their sanctuary.
The novel that started it all is a delightful combination of magic and realism—magical realism, just the way it should be. It gives you Tucson’s landscape and people as they really are, cactus, creosote, coyotes, and all. And it gives you magic that’s as real as a flash flood roaring and rolling down a dry wash.