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Longlisted for the Orange Prize for Fiction, Ann Weisgarber's moving and majestic debut highlights one black family's struggle to survive the South Dakota Badlands. It's 1917—14 years after Rachel and Isaac Dupree came to this unforgiving land—and Isaac is proud of his landed independence. But rain stops falling, cattle are dying, and supplies are gone. Desperate and exhausted, Rachel determines to do what's right for her children, herself, and her husband.

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Longlisted for the Orange Prize for Fiction, Ann Weisgarber's moving and majestic debut highlights one black family's struggle to survive the South Dakota Badlands. It's 1917—14 years after Rachel and Isaac Dupree came to this unforgiving land—and Isaac is proud of his landed independence. But rain stops falling, cattle are dying, and supplies are gone. Desperate and exhausted, Rachel determines to do what's right for her children, herself, and her husband.

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The American frontier has been a source of great fiction for decades, and it reappears in all its harsh and unforgiving grandeur in Weisgarber's unforgettable historical novel, The Personal History of Rachel DuPree. Rachel Reeves is a Negro cook working in a boardinghouse in early 20th-century Chicago when she meets Isaac DuPree, her employer's son. Isaac is there for a short visit before leaving for the South Dakota Badlands, where he plans to take advantage of the Homestead Act and secure some acreage for himself. Rachel is bowled over by this ambitious man, and sees a life with him as a way to escape her own dim prospects. Although Isaac's mother has another girl in mind for him, Rachel is clever and bold enough to foil Mrs. DuPree's plan.

The Badlands, however, prove a difficult place to forge a home. While Rachel grows to love Isaac deeply and they build a family together, some disturbing revelations about his character come to light. And when a severe drought strains their financial security, Rachel must wrestle anew with life-changing decisions that will now affect her children as well.

In this wonderfully engaging first novel, Weisbarger has crafted a historical page-turner, complete with an indomitable protagonist, a setting worthy of Laura Ingalls Wilder and Willa Cather, and a theme both universal and timeless.

"Indelibly affecting...."
— Alice Walker, author of The Color Purple

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Weisgarber's atmospheric if unexceptional debut of pioneering hardships follows a staunch South Dakota farmwife as she struggles with misgivings about her ambitious husband. The story begins as Rachel DuPree, wife of one of the only African-American ranchers in the Badlands in 1917, watches her husband, Isaac, lower their six-year-old daughter, Liz, down a well to fetch water in the midst of a terrible drought. Though she concedes it must be done, Rachel--heavily pregnant with her eighth child--is distraught, and her worries set off a chain reaction of second-guessing her loyalty to Isaac, whose schemes include buying out the neighboring ranch and leaving the family to find work during the winter. As a series of calamities befall the family, Rachel must decide whether to follow the only man she has ever loved or strike a new path of her own. Rachel's homely voice isn't the most inviting, and while the racial tensions between whites, blacks, and Native Americans is pretty surface-level, Weisgarber's depiction of survival in the harsh Badlands has its moments. (Aug.)
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In this debut novel, long-listed for the Orange Prize, a black family struggles to hold itself together in the South Dakota Badlands of 1917, tested by drought, racism and suspicion. The story opens with a striking scene that shows just how difficult the DuPrees have it: A two-month drought has forced Rachel, the family matriarch and novel's narrator, to send her six-year-old daughter down a well to gather enough water for the family. Rachel has been living on this arid farm for the past 14 years, moving from Chicago to follow her husband, Isaac, an Army veteran who took advantage of the Homestead Act to acquire and expand their property. Together they had seven children, five of which have survived the tough landscape, and Rachel is close to delivering another as the story begins. That tension set, Weisgarber shuttles the narrative back and forth in time, capturing Rachel's earlier life working in a boardinghouse for the black laborers at the Chicago stockyards. The owner of the boardinghouse, Rachel's future mother-in-law, is a no-nonsense promoter of black uplift (Ida B. Wells makes a cameo appearance), and deep-seated racial prejudices are a consistent theme, from the brutal race riots Rachel reads about in letters from home to the contempt Isaac has for the Native Americans he fought while in the Army. Still, most of the difficulties Rachel faces are of the domestic variety, such as keeping her children fed and healing a sick milk cow. Weisgarber's style is Alice Walker by way of Kent Haruf. She writes tenderly and with a tinge of spirituality when it comes to intimate family moments, and her spare descriptions evoke the simple territory in which the novel is set. That makes for clear storytelling, but overall the story feels curiously thin. The key plot complications-a threat to Rachel's unborn child and a revelation about a past relationship of Isaac's-arrive and fade with only modest drama. The muted tone is intended to be a testament to Rachel's indomitability, but it makes her narrator as little different psychologically at story's end as she was at the beginning. Admirably crisp prose within a disappointingly slight study of race and family. Reading group guide online. Agent: Margaret Halton/ICM
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  • ISBN-13: 9781449815400
  • Publisher: Recorded Books, LLC
  • Publication date: 8/26/2010
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Meet the Author

Ann Weisgarber

Ann Weisgarber was born and raised in Kettering, Ohio. She was a social worker before earning a master’s degree in sociology at the University of Houston and becoming a teacher. She divides her time between Sugar Land and Galveston, Texas.

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MRS. DuPREE

Isaac's mother, Mrs. Elizabeth DuPree, owner of the DuPree Boardinghouse for Negro Men in Chicago, had standards. She took only the men what worked the day shift at the slaughterhouses. She said they were a better class than the ones what worked nights. No drinking, no swearing, no women visitors in the rooms - those were a few of Mrs. DuPree's rules.

"My responsibility is to do my part in advancing the respectability of hardworking Negroes," she told the men when she collected the rent every Saturday. "We've got to be as good, even a little better, than white folks if we're ever going to get ahead."

That was how Mrs. DuPree talked.

The men listened to her, showing their respect by nodding when Mrs. DuPree fixed them with a sharp look. What they said, though, when she wasn't around, was that they stayed on, paid the extra dollar on the week, and put up with her fancy standards all

because of the fine meals I cooked. Not that Mrs. DuPree would admit to that. She was forever pointing out that her boardinghouse was the cleanest in the city. Her house was quality; it was on the far edge of the stockyard district. Quality and cleanliness - that was why her rooms were full. No one said different. The bedclothes were changed every other Monday, and the outhouse shined like a new Indian-head penny. But it was the food the men admired out loud.

Six days a week for nearly eight years, I cooked at Mrs. DuPree's. Every morning, long before dawn, I let myself in the back door, put on a fresh apron, and fired up the coal cookstove. I was at home in that kitchen with its canisters of flour and sugar on the shelf, the coffee grinder bolted to the edge of the wooden counter, and the icebox by the cellar door. In that kitchen that wasn't really mine at all, I baked rows and rows of buttery biscuits. My bacon was crisp, and I fried the eggs until the edges curled up and

browned just a tad. That was how the men liked them. I perked the coffee deep and strong. After breakfast, I sent the men off to the slaughterhouses with ham sandwiches wrapped in waxed paper. When the dishes were washed, I baked my pies, sometimes

butterscotch cream, other times apple or cherry, depending on the season. On Saturdays the men counted on me to make a cake, maybe gingerbread or chocolate or sometimes a white cake.

"What's for dinner, Miss Reeves?" the men asked me most every morning. "Fried chicken or maybe pork? Roast beef?" "That sounds good," I liked to say, teasing. I wasn't going to tell them, and they knew it. Those men hated their work at the

slaughterhouses. They deserved one good surprise in a day's time.

Early evenings, the men showed up in the alley behind the boardinghouse, their shoulders bent and their heads down. They had washed at the slaughterhouses and left their overalls and boots stiff with blood there. But being of a particular nature, Mrs.

DuPree made them wash with soap at the backyard pump before coming inside. I watched them from the kitchen window. In the winter these washings were hurried, the men shaking in the icy wind. In the summer, though, the men scrubbed their hands, faces, and necks hard, doing their best to rid themselves of the animal grease that worked its way into their skin. But even the best scrubbing couldn't clean spirits worn down by the butchering of screaming animals.

I liked to think my dinners perked up the men some. They sat elbow to elbow on the two benches along the dining table and joshed, bragging about having the dirtiest jobs or about having the meanest bosses. This went on until I served their pie. Those men loved pie, but for some reason it changed their talk. Maybe it was because pie made them think about their people back home. Maybe it took them back to when they were boys and how they watched their mamas roll the crust. I didn't know. But when I served pie, the men's voices got deeper and the joshing quieted down.

One of these days, the men said after licking their forks clean, they'd quit their stinking jobs and go back home, cash in their pockets. Looking back, they said, thinking about it now, they weren't sure why they ever left. If someone had told them what it was like in the slaughterhouses, they would have stayed put.

It was the money that brought them to the city, that's what it was. But who could save money in a place like Chicago where nothing was free? Back home, now that was a different story. Neighbors were friendly, bosses were fair, and the girls were the prettiest in the world. Home, the men said, stretching the word long. Home. Someday, they'd go on back home.

I listened to the men while I scrubbed dried-up, crusty pans in the kitchen. This dining-room talk was nothing new. I had been working for Mrs. DuPree since I was seventeen.

When the coffeepot was empty and their plates scraped clean, most of the men went upstairs. Some of them played cards in their rooms or wrote letters home. Others moseyed into the kitchen. I'd come to expect this from the ones what didn't have wives or sweethearts waiting for them in some far-off place like Louisiana or Alabama.

At first, Mrs. DuPree didn't allow the men in the kitchen, but by the time I was twenty-five, she pretended not to notice. Likely she thought I was an old maid and that the men looked at me as nothing more than an older sister. But maybe there was a spot of kindness buried somewhere in her heart. She had a son of her own far away from home. Maybe she understood that a man needed to lean against a kitchen wall. Watching a woman tidy up was good for easing homesickness.

But not all of the men saw me as a sister. Some of them tried to court me.

One particular evening it was Thomas Lee Patterson who spoke up. Four other men ringed the kitchen. "Miss Reeves," he said. "That strawberry pie was right tasty."

"Crust didn't do like it should," I said, drying the last pan.

"Puts my grandma's to shame, it was that good."

"Better not let her hear that."

He grinned, straightened up, and looked at the other men. I felt their eyes telling him to go on, give it a try. I shook my head a little to warn him off . Thomas Lee didn't seem to see. Instead, he took a steadying breath. "What say, Miss Reeves? How about me

walking you on home tonight?"

The air tensed.

"Oh my," I said. I tilted my head, acting like I was considering the offer. But I wasn't. Thomas Lee was as good as the next slaughterhouse man, but that was what he was: a slaughterhouse man. I had lived in the district since I was eleven and knew all there was to know about such men. Dad was one until he slipped and fell in a mess of hog guts and blood, knocking himself senseless for a night and a day. When he came to, his face drooped, his left hand dangled by his side, and one of his legs didn't do like it should. He never was able to work again.

There was something about slaughterhouse work that soured a man; even my mother said so. He could start off all right, but if he stayed more than a year, the work laid him low. Killing animals for a living broke a man's dreams, turned him bitter and mean. Or turned him to drink. That wasn't the kind of man I wanted. I wanted a man what aimed to better himself, what wasn't afraid to look inside a book, and was willing to save his money for something grander than a pint of beer.

Thomas Lee Patterson was a handsome man. But he'd been in the slaughterhouse for nearly three years. He'd never get out.

"Much obliged," I said to him, "but you know my father. Most likely he's out there now, on the stoop, waiting for me." That was because, I could have added, Dad didn't want anybody courting me, he didn't want me getting married. Him and Mama counted on my wages.

"Yes, ma'am, I do. Men back home, that's how they do for their daughters. It's just that your daddy, he drags that leg of his so bad, thought maybe it'd go easier for him if somebody else was seeing to you."

"Where you from, Mr. Patterson?"

"Huntsville, Alabama."

"Well then. You're a Southern gentleman just like Dad." I took off my apron and put it in a laundry basket for Trudy, the housemaid, to launder. "Now out of my kitchen," I said, flapping my hands. "All of you. Out."

"But - ," Thomas Lee said.

"Out," I said as if I didn't know his meaning. One of the other men laughed. I shot him a hard look, shushing him. Thomas Lee's head drooped. I stepped close to him, wanting to make him feel better. "It's my father. He's old-fashioned," I whispered, shrugging my shoulders as if to say that otherwise it'd be different. He drew in some air and gave me a quick glance as he left. He didn't believe me but pride kept him from pressing. Pride, I also knew, would keep Thomas Lee out of the kitchen from then on. He'd have to find something else to do to fill the lonesome evening hours, and that made me feel bad. But not bad enough to change my mind.

Alone in the kitchen, I hung up the last frying pan and put the footstool back in the corner. I set the dining table for the morning, and then, after giving the kitchen one last look to make sure everything was in its place, I turned off the electric lights. Outside in the crisp April evening, Dad leaned hard on his cane and heaved himself up off the top step of the back stoop. He tossed his glowing cigarette butt at a rat. He missed.

"Ready?" he said. Then, seeing the cloth sack in my hand, Dad pointed. "Something I like? Fried pork, maybe?"

One afternoon not long after, I was stoking up the cookstove fire, getting it hot enough to bake my bread, when Mrs. DuPree swooped into the kitchen, her round body making the room feel too tight for the both of us. It wasn't like her to bother with me in the middle of the day. Afternoons were when Mrs. DuPree liked to go over her accounts and order supplies for the house. Either that or call on friends, sit in their parlors, sip tea from

fine bone china, and exchange ideas about how best to advance the Negro race.

"Rachel," Mrs. DuPree said that day, "I want you to help Trudy with the cleaning. You'll have to stay late a few evenings."

"Oh," I said, surprised. We'd just done spring cleaning last month.

"My son's coming home. He'll be on leave, expects to be here for several weeks."

My heart fluttered.

Mrs. DuPree waved an opened envelope. She put on her eyeglasses, pulled out the letter, and read it to herself, her lips putting shape to each word. "He's to arrive next Wednesday. That's if the trains run on time." She peered out the kitchen window. Elevated railroad tracks crisscrossed every which way two blocks over. "Still surprises me to think they have trains out there in Nebraska."

"Nebraska," I said, but I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking about Isaac DuPree. I had met him once before when Mrs. DuPree took sick with pneumonia and the doctor declared her on death's doorstep. Isaac rushed home; he was just back from winning the war in Cuba. That had been five years ago. I had given up on ever seeing him again.

Mrs. DuPree pushed her eyeglasses back up and studied the letter like the words might say something new. She was a hard one to know, I thought. Most widows would be smiling with joy to see their only child. But that wasn't Mrs. DuPree's way, at least not in front of the help. But all the same, Mrs. DuPree was excited. Her heartbeat showed in her neck. I hoped my own heartbeat wasn't so easy to read.

"I want this house shining," Mrs. DuPree said, "every pot, every pan, every inch of it shining. Even behind the cookstove. He's been out in the wilderness so long I'm afraid he's forgotten how civilized people live."

"Oh yes, ma'am."

"And I want the food to be good. I'll make up a list of his favorites."

I smiled. "I'll do my best."

"See that you do." She eyed me. My smile was too big to suit her. I made it go away. She said, "Start with the floors - get the marks up. And I want the silver polished and the sideboard waxed." I nodded and she left.

I waited until I couldn't hear her footsteps. Then I drew up my skirt, held it above my ankles, and did a little waltz around the kitchen. Isaac DuPree, I sang to myself. Isaac DuPree was coming home. Coming home.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2010

    The Personal History of Rachel DuPree

    In 1917 Chicago, the established black bourgeoisie don't mix with the new arrivals from the South. For Rachel, a lowly cook, the only way to nab her employer's son, the dashing Isaac DuPree, a former Buffalo Soldier with homesteading aspirations, is to relinquish to him her share of 160 acres from the Homestead Act. In the harsh environment of the Badlands, they have to cope with a variety of grippingly told hardships. The apparition of Mrs. Fills the Pipe, a Native-American remote neighbor, and the ensuing "tea-party" bring a note of humor and controversy, and still another viewpoint. Years later, when Rachel realizes that Isaac is ready to sacrifice their five surviving children's prospects to his yearnings for more land, she has to take the situation in her own hands.
    Throughout the novel, references to personalities Rachel looks up too, such as activist Ida B. Wells-Barnett and poet Paul Laurence Dunbar, help bring the reader back to that time and place. All in all, an original homesteading story, seen from a slightly different perspective.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2013

    Great book. Leaves you wanting more

    This was a really good book. You get the perspective of blacks living in the dakotas. My one complaint is that the ending left me longing for more. I want to know what happened to Rachel and her children.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2012

    Thoroughly enjoyed this book

    Set in the Badlands of South Dakota, it shows the struggles of homesteaders and a touching story of a family, from the eyes of Rachel DuPree. It gave me a sense of what my great-grandparents may have faced when they staked their claim in SD.

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  • Posted April 15, 2012

    I really enjoyed this book and would like to read more by this a

    I really enjoyed this book and would like to read more by this author. It read like it was true and brought about every emotion to the table for the characters, and helped me to see what it must have been like for families to survive one hundred years ago. You can't help but cheer Rachel on. Thank you for the ending I was hoping for. What a great movie this would make.

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  • Posted April 12, 2012

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    Really liked this book. The author brought me right into the har

    Really liked this book. The author brought me right into the harsh world of the Badlands, from rattling prairie grasses, coyotes howling like devils, and grit that couldn't be kept outside. Rachel, a cook at a Chicago boardinghouse, falls for the ambitious son of her employer and persuades him to marry her - a deal. She works hard on their Badlands homestead to prove herself to Isaac, all the while wondering whether she is just a good workhorse to him. Will his ambition finally break her?

    This is a study of personal and societal relationships, from lowly "too dark" Rachel and her "high class" black employer to whites and blacks on the frontier to Isaac and the neighboring Indians, but mostly the delicate dance between Rachel and Isaac. Throw in some history to boot: Ida B. Wells-Barnett, buffalo soldiers, St. Louis race riots. I was gunning for Rachel all the way to the end.

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  • Posted November 15, 2011

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    The parched, barren landscape of the Badlands is a constant reminder of what was in this harrowing tale of black Pioneers in the early 20th century.

    Rachel¿s story is, without a doubt, a story of hardship, survival and courage. She is an amazingly strong woman and although her sense of loyalty is admirable, she is not naive. No, that is the one thing she most certainly is not. As the harshness of the environment continues to take its toll, Rachel ponders what it means to be a rancher¿s wife and what it will mean for her daughters down the line. Books like this one, take you outside of what you know and allow you to experience a different lifestyle from the comfort of your own home. To say that this book grabbed me from its opening pages and held on to me throughout, would be an understatement. It was a quick, riveting read and gave me a lots to think about. I highly recommend it.

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  • Posted November 10, 2011

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    An amazing, character-driven historical. Must read!

    Ann Weisgarber¿s debut novel has received many accolades, all well-deserved. Your heart will ache -- with love and despair, with wonder and disbelief, with hope and pride. The Personal History of Rachel Dupree tells of life in the South Dakota Badlands in the early 1900s, when the last parcels of land in the U.S. Homestead Act were divvied up -- land so barren, remote and harsh that few had the fortitude and stubbornness to tame it. Anyone could make a claim to 160 acres -- even a single woman or a Negro, and Rachel Reeves was both. She worked as a housekeeper in Chicago, fell in love with Buffalo Soldier Isaac Dupree and dreamed of a better life. Isaac didn¿t want a wife, but he did want more land. The two made a bargain -- each would stake a claim to 160 acres in South Dakota, they would marry and Isaac would own all 320 acres. Then Rachel would have one year to prove she was strong enough to be a rancher¿s wife, or she would be shipped back to Chicago. Fourteen years later, with five children and a baby on the way, in the midst of a brutal drought, Rachel must somehow muster even more strength to do right by her family in impossibly hard times. Weisgarber transports the reader to the harsh, lonely Badlands and sheds light on a little-known piece of American frontier history. Her description of events, emotions and landscape are vivid and haunting, beautiful and terrifying. I felt the grit in my skin and the ache in my belly. I wept the bittersweet tears of a mother¿s heartbreak. Rachel Dupree grabbed hold of my hand in the very first paragraph, and I could not let go until the final page was turned. In fact, a part of me is still holding on¿

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  • Posted October 22, 2010

    Highly recommended

    This was a great read. I would love to discuss this in a book club. I read this book in 2 days, it was such a page turner!! Rachel Dupree is a very determined woman making a life changing decision for her and her kids. I hope the author decides to write a sequel to this book. I would love to see the outcome of Rachel's courageous decision.

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  • Posted September 27, 2010

    A wonderful read!!

    I read this book after hearing the author being interviewed on NPR radio. Although I wonder why a white author chose to write about a black (or as noted in the book, Negro) woman living in the Dakota Badlands, I found the story to be very moving, full of thought and so touching. Rachel Dupree shows true grit in her realizations of being a land claim owner, wife, mother, ranch hand, dance partner to her daughter, and the only woman in vast, harsh and sometimes unforgiving land. I highly recommend this book.

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