Fascinating premise, the deadly 1936 tornado in Tupelo Mississippi. Good research establishing the town, the disaster, medical care at the time (ugh) and basic understanding of race relations. I got the feeling I was being "white-splained" and I think that's accurate. Also the prose style is wordy, lots of pretty literary flourishes surround some pretty bland and basic situations; and the plot points, the rapes, the suffering, and the apparent mistaken identity reveals are approached elliptically enough to blunt their impact. So it started off pretty interesting and quickly descended into Ladies Home Journal. I'm not sure I can finish it, the "surprise" ending is being foreshadowed and telescoped to such a huge extent.
No, a Tupelo wash woman, probably illiterate, did not know or care about Hitler in 1936. Very few Americans had even heard of him in 1936. And oh, please, if you're going to give your character "visions" let us in on that eccentricity early in the novel. And her 10-year-old heroine knows entirely too much about germ theory. Well, a general anachronism is probably hard to avoid. This is not a bad book, it's just not as good as I hoped, not as good as it could have been. Probably a better job than I could do.