Detroit: An American Autopsy

Detroit: An American Autopsy

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by Charlie LeDuff
     
 

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In the heart of America, a metropolis is quietly destroying itself. Detroit, once the richest city in the nation, is now its poorest. Once the vanguard of America’s machine age—mass production, automobiles, and blue-collar jobs—Detroit is now America’s capital for unemployment, illiteracy, foreclosure, and dropouts.

With the steel-eyed

Overview

In the heart of America, a metropolis is quietly destroying itself. Detroit, once the richest city in the nation, is now its poorest. Once the vanguard of America’s machine age—mass production, automobiles, and blue-collar jobs—Detroit is now America’s capital for unemployment, illiteracy, foreclosure, and dropouts.

With the steel-eyed reportage that has become his trademark and the righteous indignation that only a native son can possess, journalist Charlie LeDuff sets out to uncover what has brought low this once-vibrant city, his city. In doing so, he uncovers the deeply human drama of a city filled with some of the strongest—and strangest—people our country has to offer.

Editorial Reviews

Booklist
“Eric Martin hits all the right notes. . . . The author’s edgy tone is tough and uncompromising, befitting the harsh realities facing those who remain in the troubled city. Martin’s narration mirrors LeDuff’s writing as he voices the poverty, corruption, and crime of the city as well as the brash and irreverent personality of the author himself.”
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California Bookwatch
“Martin’s reading is honest and forthright.”
Booklist

Minneapolis Star Tribune
“Martiṉs narration is exactly right, reflecting all of LeDuff’s sincerity, outrage, and despair. . . . This masterly snapshot of a city in ruins translates superbly to the spoken word.”
Library Journal [starred review]

Library Journal - Audio
★ 09/01/2013
LeDuff (US Guys: The True and Twisted Mind of the American Man) waxes on what he finds when he returns to his troubled hometown—Detroit—after 20 years away. Passionate and scathing, LeDuff's incisive, pithy brand of reportage—in which he takes any force killing "his" Detroit personally—is powerful and immensely enjoyable. He skewers the inept auto industry that built "America's way of life" only to abandon the city, mercilessly hounds the corrupt city hall and its officials, and explores unjust fatalities. All the while he champions rank-and-file city workers and paints compassionate portraits of longtime residents. With the same critical eye he uses on others, LeDuff entwines his personal life into the narrative, effectively breaking down any "us vs. them" posturing. Eric Martin's narration is exactly right, reflecting all of LeDuff's sincerity, outrage, and despair. VERDICT Though it has a finite shelf life, this masterly snapshot of a city in ruins translates superbly to the spoken word.—Douglas C. Lord, Connecticut State Lib., Middletown
The New York Times Book Review - Paul Clemens
LeDuff notes that whatever its racial makeup, the Detroit Fire Department's spirit is Irish, and much the same can be said of this book and its author. Detroit is not an autopsy; it's a wake—drunk, teary, self-dramatizing, sincerely sorry, bighearted and just a bit full of it…LeDuff has done his best, and his book is better than good.
Publishers Weekly
Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist LeDuff (Work and Other Sins) delivers an edgy portrait of the decline, destruction, and possible redemption of his hometown. Returning in 2008 after 20 years away, the former New York Times staff writer finds a city in its death throes. The “Big Three” car companies are months away from begging for bailouts, arsonists are burning down vacant buildings, firefighters have faulty equipment, ambulances take too long to arrive, and violent criminals walk the streets. As a reporter for the Detroit News, LeDuff tries to uncover where all the money, targeted toward municipal services, is really going. As he exposes the corruption and ineptitude of the city’s government, he introduces readers to Detroit’s larger-than-life former mayor, Kwame Kilpatrick; the now jailed “self-serving diva” and former city councilwoman, Monica Conyers; “political hit man” Adolph Mongo, as well as the city’s long-suffering firefighters, a mother who lost two sons to random gun violence, and a corpse encased in four feet of ice. Noting that Detroit is where “America’s way of life was built,” LeDuff argues that the city is a microcosm of what’s occurring in the rest of the country: foreclosures, unemployment, rising debt. In a spare, macho style, with a discerning eye for telling details, LeDuff writes with honesty and compassion about a city that’s destroying itself—and breaking his heart. Agent: Sloane Harris, ICM. (Feb.)
From the Publisher
"LeDuff returns, by the books end, to the bar where his sister was last seen, only to find it unrecognizable. A black man outside explains the changes. 'they trying to put something nice up' in this hellhole he says, speaking of the bar specifically, though his words spread across the city and pay tribute, in equal measure, to its dreamers, its pessimists and to those, resigned and wrung out, who love it despite all. 'Can't say it's working. But what you gonna do? You ain’t gonna be reincarnated, so you got to do the best you can with the moment you got. Do the best you can and try to be good.' LeDuff has done his best, and his book is better than good."
—Paul Clemens, New York Times Book Review

"One cannot read Mr. LeDuff's amalgam of memoir and reportage and not be shaken by the cold eye he casts on hard truths... A little gonzo, a little gumshoe, some gawker, some good-Samaritan—it is hard to ignore reporting like Mr. LeDuff's."
The Wall Street Journal

“Pultizer-Prize-winning journalist LeDuff (Work and Other Sins) delivers an edgy portrait of the decline, destruction, and possible redemption of his hometown…LeDuff writes with honesty and compassion about a city that’s destroying itself–and breaking his heart.”
Publishers Weekly, STARRED REVIEW

“A book full of both literary grace and hard-won world-weariness…. Iggy Pop meets Jim Carroll and Charles Bukowski”
Kirkus

“This is our pick for a sleeper nonfiction hit next year. Charlie LeDuff is a remarkable journalist, and this book is filled with incredible writing as he witnesses his home city crumble through neglect and corruption.”
Huffington Post

“What to do when you’re a reporter and your native city is rotting away? If you’re LeDuff, you leave The New York Times and head into the wreckage to ride with firemen, hang with the corrupt pols, and retrace your own family’s sad steps through drugs. Others have written well about the city, but none with the visceral anger, the hair-tearing frustration, and the hungry humanity of LeDuff.”
Newsweek

Advance Praise for Detroit:

"You wouldn't think a book about the stinking decay of the American dream could be this engaging, this irreverent, this laugh-at-loud funny. But not everyone can write like Charlie LeDuff. I'm tempted to say he's the writer for our desperate times the way Steinbeck and Orwell were for other people's desperate times, except he's such an original he's like no one but himself."
—Alexandra Fuller, author of Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness and Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight

"Charlie LeDuff is a drunkard, a blowhard, a Fox News Reporter — and a brilliant writer. Detroit is full of righteous anger and heartbreaking details. It's also funny as hell. Hunter S. Thompson would've loved every page of this book."
Eric Schlosser, author of Fast Food Nation and Reefer Madness

"In Detroit: An American Autopsy, Charlie LeDuff brings alive the reality of our beloved city. The city where I was shot at eight times during my twenty six year police career. Yet, Detroit has survived in spite of corruption, political ineptness, poor education, and decades of unemployment. Detroit: An American Autopsy is a must read for all of America."
—Detroit Police Chief Ike McKinnon (retired); Associate Professor of Education, University of Detroit Mercy
 

Library Journal
Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter LeDuff returned home to Detroit and found a once rich and innovative city that now reigns supreme in unemployment, illiteracy, foreclosure, and dropouts. What happened?
Kirkus Reviews
Iggy Pop meets Jim Carroll and Charles Bukowski in this gritty downer of a Rust Belt portrait. "I threw my cigarette butt into the sewer grate. I looked up into the rain. That's when a bird shit on my face." Thus writes former New York Times and Detroit News reporter LeDuff (US Guys: The True and Twisted Mind of the American Man, 2007, etc.), and he means nothing remotely humorous by it. His Detroit is a set out of Blade Runner, and never mind all that Kid Rock and sundry entrepreneurs have been doing to revive the Motor City; LeDuff isn't convinced: The place is toast, its people what an editor of his used to spit out: "losers." "That was 80 percent of the country," LeDuff counters, "and the new globalized economic structure was cranking out more." Even the locals have pretty much given up on the place; says one hard-bitten cop, "This whole town is just a worm-infested shit pile, Charlie….It's a dead city. And anybody says any different doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about." With so much going against the place, readers can't help but cheer when something goes right, as occasionally it does. Indeed, the heart soars when things don't go absolutely wrong, as when LeDuff's scrawny brother stands up to a hoodlum in a vainglorious, near-suicidal encounter at a bus stop. Along the way, the author looks at some of the toxic ingredients that have brought Detroit to its knees, including the aforementioned globalization, the replacement of local industry with a service economy of crime and, particularly, the noxious effects of racism, which he examines through his own family history. There's little joy in these pages, and one hopes that Detroit will endure, if only to cheer LeDuff up. A book full of both literary grace and hard-won world-weariness.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781622312047
Publisher:
HighBridge Company
Publication date:
05/21/2013
Edition description:
Unabridged; 7.25 hours
Pages:
460
Sales rank:
746,394
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 6.20(h) x 0.60(d)

Read an Excerpt

Prologue

I reached down the pant cuff with the eraser end of my pencil and poked it. Frozen solid. But definitely human.

“Goddamn.”

I took a deep breath through my cigarette. I didn’t want to use my nose. It was late January, the air scorching cold. The snow was falling sideways as it usually did in Detroit this time of year. The dead man was encased in at least four feet of ice at the bottom of a defunct elevator shaft in an abandoned building. But still, there was no telling what the stink might be like.

I couldn’t make out his face. The only things protruding above the ice were the feet, dressed in some white sweat socks and a pair of black gym shoes. I could see the hem of his jacket below the surface. The rest of him tapered off into the void.

In most cities, a death scene like this would be considered remarkable, mind-blowing, horrifying. But not here. Something had happened in Detroit while I was away.

I had left the city two decades earlier to try to make a life for myself that didn’t involve a slow death working in a chemical factory or a liquor store. Any place but those places.

But where? I wandered for years, working my way across Asia, Europe, the Arctic edge working as a cannery hand, a carpenter, a drifter. And then I settled into the most natural thing for a man with no real talents.

Journalism.

It required no expertise, no family connections and no social graces. Furthermore, it seemed to be the only job that paid you to travel, excluding a door-to-door Bible salesman. Nearly thirty years old, I went back to school to study the inverted pyramid of writing. I landed my first newspaper job with the Alaska Fisherman’s Journal, where I wrote dispatches in longhand on legal pads and mailed them back to headquarters in Seattle.

So I went out into the Last Frontier with my notepad and a tent and wrote what I saw: stuff about struggling fishermen, a mountain woman who drank too much and dried her panties on a line stretched across the bow of her boat, Mexican laborers forced to live in the swamps, a prince who lived under a bridge, a gay piano man on a fancy cruise liner. People managing somehow. My kind of people. The job suited me.

Working off that, I tried to land a real job but couldn’t find one. The Detroit Free Press didn’t want me. Not the San Francisco Chronicle. Not the Oakland Tribune. I was thinking about returning to the Alaskan fishing boats until a little Podunk paper called me with an offer of a summer internship— the New York Times.

Luck counts too.

I ended up working at the Gray Lady for a decade, sketching the lives of hustlers and working stiffs and firemen at Ground Zero. It was a good run. But wanderlust is like a pretty girl—you wake up one morning, find she’s grown old and decide that either you’re going to commit your life or you’re going to walk away. I walked away, and as it happens in life, I circled home, taking a job with the Detroit News. My colleagues in New York laughed. The paper was on death watch. And so was the city.

It is important to note that, growing up in Detroit and its suburbs, I can honestly say it was never that good in the first place. People of older generations like to tell me about the swell old days of soda fountains and shopping stores and lazy Saturday night drives. But the fact is Detroit was dying forty years ago when the Japanese began to figure out how to make a better car. The whole country knew the city and the region was on the skids, and the whole country laughed at us. A bunch of lazy, uneducated blue-collar incompetents. The Rust Belt. The Rust Bowl. Forget about it. Florida was calling.

No one cared much about Detroit until the Dow collapsed in 2008, the economy melted down and the chief executives of the Big Three went to Washington, D.C., to grovel. Suddenly the eyes of the nation turned back upon this postindustrial sarcophagus, where crime and corruption and mismanagement and mayhem played themselves out in the corridors of power and on the powerless streets. Detroit became epic, historic, symbolic, hip even. I began to get calls from reporters around the world wondering what the city was like, what was happening here. They wondered if the Rust Belt cancer had metastasized and was creeping toward Los Angeles and London and Barcelona. Was Detroit an outlier or an epicenter? Was Detroit a symbol of the greater decay? Is the Motor City the future of America? Are we living through a cycle or an epoch? Suddenly they weren’t laughing out there anymore.

Journalists parachuted into town. The subjects in my Detroit News stories started appearing in Rolling Stone and the Wall Street Journal, on NPR and PBS and CNN, but under someone else’s byline. The reporters rarely, if ever, offered nuanced appraisals of the city and its place in the American landscape. They simply took a tour of the ruins, ripped off the local headlines, pronounced it awful here and left.

And it is awful here, there is no other way to say it. But I believe that Detroit is America’s city. It was the vanguard of our way up, just as it is the vanguard of our way down. And one hopes the vanguard of our way up again. Detroit is Pax Americana. The birthplace of mass production, the automobile, the cement road, the refrigerator, frozen peas, high- paid blue-collar jobs, home ownership and credit on a mass scale. America’s way of life was built here.

It’s where installment purchasing on a large scale was invented in 1919 by General Motors to sell their cars. It was called the Arsenal of Democracy in the 1940s, the place where the war machines were made to stop the march of fascism.

So important was the Detroit way of doing things that its automobile executives in the fifties and sixties went to Washington and imprinted the military with their management style and structure. Robert McNamara was the father of the Ford Falcon and the architect of the Vietnam War. Charlie Wilson was the president of General Motors and Eisenhower’s man at the Pentagon, who famously said he thought that “what was good for our country was good for General Motors, and vice versa.”

If what Wilson said is true, then so too must be its opposite.

Today, the boomtown is bust. It is an eerie and angry place of deserted factories and homes and forgotten people. Detroit, which once led the nation in home ownership, is now a foreclosure capital. Its downtown is a museum of ghost skyscrapers. Trees and switchgrass and wild animals have come back to reclaim their rightful places. Coyotes are here. The pigeons have left in droves. A city the size of San Francisco and Manhattan could neatly fit into Detroit’s vacant lots, I am told.

Once the nation’s richest big city, Detroit is now its poorest. It is the country’s illiteracy and dropout capital, where children must leave their books at school and bring toilet paper from home. It is the unemployment capital, where half the adult population does not work at a consistent job. There are firemen with no boots, cops with no cars, teachers with no pencils, city council members with telephones tapped by the FBI, and too many grandmothers with no tears left to give.

But Detroit can no longer be ignored, because what happened here is happening out there. Neighborhoods from Phoenix to Los Angeles to Miami are blighted with empty houses and people with idle hands. Americans are swimming in debt, and the prospects of servicing the debt grow slimmer by the day as good- paying jobs continue to evaporate or relocate to foreign lands. Economists talk about the inevitable turnaround. But standing here in Michigan, it seems to me that the fundamentals are no longer there to make the good life.

Go ahead and laugh at Detroit. Because you are laughing at yourself.

In cities and towns across the country, whole factories are auctioned off. Men with trucks haul away tool-and-die machines, aluminum siding, hoists, drinking fountains. It is the ripping out of the country’s mechanical heart right before our eyes.

A newly hired autoworker will earn $14 an hour. This, adjusted for inflation, is three cents less than what Henry Ford was paying in 1914 when he announced the $5 day. And, of course, Ford isn’t hiring.

Come to Detroit. Drive the empty, shattered boulevards, and the decrepitude of the place all rolls out in a numb, continuous fact. After enough hours staring into it, it starts to appear normal. Average. Everyday.

And then you come across something like a man frozen in ice and the skeleton of the anatomy of the place reveals itself to you.

The neck bone is connected to the billionaire who owns the crumbling building where the man died. The rib bones are connected to the countless minions shuffling through the frostbitten streets burning fires in empty warehouses to stay warm— and get high. The hip bone is connected to a demoralized police force who couldn’t give a shit about digging a dead mope out of an elevator shaft. The thigh bone is connected to the white suburbanites who turn their heads away from the calamity of Detroit, carrying on as though the human suffering were somebody else’s problem. And the foot bones—well, they’re sticking out of a block of dirty frozen water, belonging to an unknown man nobody seemed to give a rip about.

We are not alone on this account. Across the country, the dead go unclaimed in the municipal morgues because people are too poor to bury their loved ones: Los Angeles, New York, Chicago. It’s the same. Grandpa is on layaway while his family tries to scratch together a box and a plot.

This is not a book about geopolitics or macroeconomics or global finance. And it is not a feel- good story with a happy ending. It is a book of reportage. A memoir of a reporter returning home— only he cannot find the home he once knew. This is a book about living people getting on with the business of surviving in a place that has little use for anyone anymore except those left here. It is about waking up one morning and being told you are obsolete and not wanting to believe it but knowing it’s true. It is a book about a rough town and a tough people during arguably some of the most historic and cataclysmic years in the American experience. It is a book about family and cops and criminals and factory workers. It is about corrupt politicians and a collapsing newspaper. It is about angry people fighting and crying and snatching hold of one another trying to stay alive.

It is about the future of America and our desperate efforts to save ourselves from it.

At the end of the day, the Detroiter may be the most important American there is because no one knows better than he that we’re all standing at the edge of the shaft.

What People are saying about this

From the Publisher
"LeDuff returns, by the books end, to the bar where his sister was last seen, only to find it unrecognizable. A black man outside explains the changes. 'they trying to put something nice up' in this hellhole he says, speaking of the bar specifically, though his words spread across the city and pay tribute, in equal measure, to its dreamers, its pessimists and to those, resigned and wrung out, who love it despite all. 'Can't say it's working. But what you gonna do? You ain’t gonna be reincarnated, so you got to do the best you can with the moment you got. Do the best you can and try to be good.' LeDuff has done his best, and his book is better than good."
—Paul Clemens, New York Times Book Review

"One cannot read Mr. LeDuff's amalgam of memoir and reportage and not be shaken by the cold eye he casts on hard truths... A little gonzo, a little gumshoe, some gawker, some good-Samaritan—it is hard to ignore reporting like Mr. LeDuff's."
The Wall Street Journal

“Pultizer-Prize-winning journalist LeDuff (Work and Other Sins) delivers an edgy portrait of the decline, destruction, and possible redemption of his hometown…LeDuff writes with honesty and compassion about a city that’s destroying itself–and breaking his heart.”
Publishers Weekly, STARRED REVIEW

“A book full of both literary grace and hard-won world-weariness…. Iggy Pop meets Jim Carroll and Charles Bukowski”
Kirkus

“This is our pick for a sleeper nonfiction hit next year. Charlie LeDuff is a remarkable journalist, and this book is filled with incredible writing as he witnesses his home city crumble through neglect and corruption.”
Huffington Post

“What to do when you’re a reporter and your native city is rotting away? If you’re LeDuff, you leave The New York Times and head into the wreckage to ride with firemen, hang with the corrupt pols, and retrace your own family’s sad steps through drugs. Others have written well about the city, but none with the visceral anger, the hair-tearing frustration, and the hungry humanity of LeDuff.”
Newsweek

Advance Praise for Detroit:

"You wouldn't think a book about the stinking decay of the American dream could be this engaging, this irreverent, this laugh-at-loud funny. But not everyone can write like Charlie LeDuff. I'm tempted to say he's the writer for our desperate times the way Steinbeck and Orwell were for other people's desperate times, except he's such an original he's like no one but himself."
—Alexandra Fuller, author of Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness and Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight

"Charlie LeDuff is a drunkard, a blowhard, a Fox News Reporter — and a brilliant writer. Detroit is full of righteous anger and heartbreaking details. It's also funny as hell. Hunter S. Thompson would've loved every page of this book."
—Eric Schlosser, author of Fast Food Nation and Reefer Madness

"In Detroit: An American Autopsy, Charlie LeDuff brings alive the reality of our beloved city. The city where I was shot at eight times during my twenty six year police career. Yet, Detroit has survived in spite of corruption, political ineptness, poor education, and decades of unemployment. Detroit: An American Autopsy is a must read for all of America."
—Detroit Police Chief Ike McKinnon (retired); Associate Professor of Education, University of Detroit Mercy
 

Meet the Author

CHARLIE LEDUFF was a staff writer at The New York Times, a reporter at The Detroit News, and is now a television journalist for Detroit’s FOX2 News. He contributed to a Pulitzer Prize-winning New York Times series and has received a Meyer Berger Award for distinguished writing about New York City. He is the author of US Guys and Work and Other Sins.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read the entire book in one sitting!!! Leduff tells the story of Detroit like it is, without all the PC rhetoric that has kept the city from making the changes necessary to rebound. Detroit is the end result of liberal entitlement programs and the future of this country as a whole. What a shame.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was AWESOME!!! LeDuff gives great incite into the many transitions that have taken place throughout the history of Detroit.   Seeing as though he and his ancestors have evolved with the city, it really places a nice touch upon the story and gives the reader some understanding of LeDuff and Detroit alike.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I lived in Detroit and saw it decay. Kudo's to Chalie Leduff!!!! It intrigues me to see the changes I have seen in Detroit and lived there through too many of them to count. Detroit is like a good dream gone wrong.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having been born and raised in the Chicago area, and lived in the Midwest Rust Belt during much of the period this Author chronicles in his book, I can assure you he writes the truth and pulls no punches. Well crafted in every respect, this book should not be missed. I literally felt the Author's emotional exhaustion by the time I turned the last page. Kudos to you Mr. LeDuff, . . . your project was worth every bit of the emotion you poured into it.
MullyJS More than 1 year ago
People live in Detroit. Charlie LeDuff called the book an American Autopsy because he's picking through the bones of the city he grew up in. The way he describes it, I feel like I'm reading a futuristic tale about the earth after it is all but destroyed. And it's real and people live there. Detroit is a great book, really well written and EVERYBODY should read it because there's no stopping this kind of destruction to any city. Every congressman and every senator and every mayor and councilman and taxpayer and student should read this book and demand more of their own town and themselves.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked the hard-hitting, nothing-but-the-facts approach to describing and personalizing the decay of Detroit. It seems Detroit's idea of urban renewal is to let the vacant buildings stand until they fall down themselves - or are torched. However, LeDuff has written the book in such a way that is compellingly entertaining and will make you laugh at the absurdity and audacity of the corruption that was the driving force in Dettroit's demise. An excellent read, hard to put it down once you get started.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book down. I was born and raised in Detroit and left the city in 1969. It is such a shame what has become of this city. Leduff tells it like it is, geat read, I highly recommend!
Lark11 More than 1 year ago
Stories from Detroit.  I've never set foot in Detroit, but on some level I've always respected it. Detroit is a hard scrabble, blue collar city. Admittedly, it's likely easier to admire these types of places than to actually live there. Still, LeDuff does a nice job of portraying the terrible beauty of Detroit. LeDuff is a natural storyteller. He understands the common man and has a real feel for the streets. Add in a personality type that enjoys muckraking and taking on authority and you have someone well positioned to write this book. However, my only really issue with this book is that it is slightly misnamed. It's not really an autopsy, it's more of an obituary. LeDuff doesn't really delve into the true causes of Detroit's decline, but rather tells compelling stories about its life and times. I was hoping to get greater insight and evidence into the reasons for Detroit's decline, but this is more about the human experience of living through the decline. Still compelling, but in a different than expected way.   I suspect LeDuff's understanding of the common man comes from a heightened sense of empathy, which allows him to really convey the pain of the living in a deteriorating city. LeDuff strings together story after story about the Detroit experience. Many of them bleak, some of them uplifting, all of them emotionally affecting. I'm sure every reader has a specific passage that affected them the most, but mine comes from a woman who talks about how society feels about her: I know society looks at a person like me and wants me to go away. Go ahead, walk in the Detroit River and disappear. But I can't. I'm alive. I need help. But when you call for help, it seems like no one's there. It feels like there ain't no love no more. A gut-wrenching sentiment and a clear indication that society has failed its citizens in a fundamental way. That the city is truly broken. And yet, the people endure.   
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found myself laughing in places of this book as I know well some of the locations. Other times I nearly cried as the once great city has been dead for some time now and none of its residents know it. There have been some signs of a rebirth but the sad fact is, Detroit has been raped, pillaged and plundered for a long time by a good many people and Charlie LeDuff spent time sifting through the wreckage to bring us a sad report. Like a crime scene investigator, he details not so much as the why but lots of the how. He doesn't flinch in what he says and it's easy to love him for it. Such an account is refreshing and also sobering. Those who stay, whether trapped by circumstances or compelled to, are here in the book and your heart goes out for them. Detroit is its people and there are lots of good ones there. LeDuff's words are also sage; more than once he tells the reader that this blight is not an isolated incident but is reaching out to other big cities. Maybe yours will see this decline someday so strengthen that which remains.
Tojuro More than 1 year ago
This is the story of the once great city of Detroit.    It's a tale without a protagonist or any hint of a happy ending -- just malfeasance mixed with the constant presence of decay.   Unfortunately, in all this, it's completely honest.   LeDuff's writing echoes Hunter S Thompson, with hints of Bukowski.  Most importantly, for this story, it speaks from the street level.    It's very effective here. 
Lawrence_Von_Frederick More than 1 year ago
Compelling journalist first hand experience with the endemic problems of a rust belt city with non-reformed politics. The writing is well done, expressing the emotions of one who sees a city in which he was raised collapse and the damage done to individuals who are trying to do the best they can. The damage of non-reformed, unprofessional, partisan politics is honestly captured. How those politics become cancerous, malignant, is well captured. Illustrates how a city can lose over half its population and most of its wealth while the politics continue as they have in the past. With the investigative depth of the reporting it is indeed an autopsy and a must read for students of and citizens under urban politics.
JerseyBoy More than 1 year ago
An in your face no sugar coating expose of the political machine and how it has driven the city into the abyss. It's refreshing to read an account that isn't restrained by political correctness or driven by its own agenda. Just the plain and simple facts of a city failed by the people who are supposed to protect it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
From the first page to the last you FEEL the pain of a city with a bad case of Cancer. If you live in Detroit, read this book. If you live in Michigan, read this book. For that matter, if you live in America read this book. This is US people! Dont look the other way!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Right on!  I think Charlie should run for mayor!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having grown up in the suburbs of Detroit, I found this book to be very enlightening.
StierBri More than 1 year ago
This book was absolutely amazing! I began it on a Friday evening and was done with it on Saturday morning! I am a native Detroit-er who left the city when I was a teen due to the escalating violence in our area.  I now teach in a Detroit high school and what I see on a daily basis is scary.  I drove by my old house and wept because of how badly the area had decayed in the past 20 years.  There are some good people here, and I believe in what I do, but we need people who are willing to help.  This book tells it like it is!  Good job Charlie!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
LeDuff is a gritty and engaging writer. This is *the* book to read about the current state of Detroit and how it all came to be.
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arcdude 12 months ago
As someone who has lived my entire life in and around Detroit, I can attest to the facts presented in this book. But I was surprised to see that this book was published in 2013, as it describes a Detroit as it was in the depths of the George W Bush administration. By 2013, much has changed in this city. For one thing, the auto industry has bounced back tremendously and is selling more cars than ever before. His comment about more cars being sold in China than the US is true. China's population is many times higher than ours, and more people in China can now afford cars. But most of the cars built in China are from Detroit based companies, and they are built for the burgeoning Chinese market. Unemployment is very low nationally, and Southeastern Michigan's rate of unemployment is lower than the national average. Many blighted neighborhoods have been leveled due to an aggressive campaign to get rid of abandoned homes. These areas have either been rebuilt or turned into urban farms where much produce is grown to feed the local residents. Even the Michigan central train terminal has had all its windows replaced and is in the process of being restored. The downtown area is thriving with new development on the riverfront and in new sports arenas. Even the streetlights are being replaced with state of the art LED lights that is now 80% complete. I lived for a time in the absolute worst neighborhood in the city and it was not nearly as bad as the neighborhoods that LeDuff describes. I cannot fathom why a native Detroiter would paint such a dismal picture of a city that has rebounded so much that many people are now moving into the city from the suburbs and from out of state. Many new restaurants and breweries are opening up all over the city in record numbers. This city is alive and vibrant and there is no need for an autopsy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A very good look at the true Detroit! It's a sad story but a truthful look at one of many cities in the U.S. full of corruption and not much of a future. I pray the city's bankruptcy is not the waive of the future but there was no other choice for Detroit. It's too bad Obama has not helped Michigan in the least. So many of Michigan voted for him, even a second time, & believed his many empty promises. Yes, I live in Michigan & voted for him once, but I won't live here for much longer. Obama has created an exodus, no matter your race. That's right the economy is still horrific in 2014. In Michigan & many other states.
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Good book. If your from Detroit, great book. Easy to relate to and understand everything he talks about. Love Charlie's style. I live in Charlotte, NC now but I watch Charlie's segment on my Fox 2 news app all the time.