“I pad around my house in the morning, turning on faucets and lights to assure myself that the apocalypse is still self-contained over a thousand miles away at my mother’s doorstep.” This line in Kelli Jo Ford’s innovative debut novel Crooked Hallelujah comes in the book’s final section, unassumingly titled “Near Future.” Up to this point, the book is a powerful, carefully observed family drama following the lives of four Cherokee women after members of their own family force them from the Holiness Church around which they’ve been taught to structure their lives and self-worth. Then comes that casual mention of the apocalypse. At any other time in recent history, a late turn in genre from literary to apocalyptic fiction might seem preposterous.