Men We Reaped

Men We Reaped

by Jesmyn Ward

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Men We Reaped by Jesmyn Ward

Named one of the Best Books of the Century by New York Magazine

Two-time National Book Award winner Jesmyn Ward (Salvage the Bones, Sing, Unburied, Sing) contends with the deaths of five young men dear to her, and the risk of being a black man in the rural South.

“We saw the lightning and that was the guns; and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.” —Harriet Tubman

In five years, Jesmyn Ward lost five young men in her life—to drugs, accidents, suicide, and the bad luck that can follow people who live in poverty, particularly black men. Dealing with these losses, one after another, made Jesmyn ask the question: Why? And as she began to write about the experience of living through all the dying, she realized the truth—and it took her breath away. Her brother and her friends all died because of who they were and where they were from, because they lived with a history of racism and economic struggle that fostered drug addiction and the dissolution of family and relationships. Jesmyn says the answer was so obvious she felt stupid for not seeing it. But it nagged at her until she knew she had to write about her community, to write their stories and her own.

Jesmyn grew up in poverty in rural Mississippi. She writes powerfully about the pressures this brings, on the men who can do no right and the women who stand in for family in a society where the men are often absent. She bravely tells her story, revisiting the agonizing losses of her only brother and her friends. As the sole member of her family to leave home and pursue higher education, she writes about this parallel American universe with the objectivity distance provides and the intimacy of utter familiarity. A brutal world rendered beautifully, Jesmyn Ward’s memoir will sit comfortably alongside Edwidge Danticat’s Brother, I'm Dying, Tobias Wolff's This Boy’s Life, and Maya Angelou’s I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781608197651
Publisher: Bloomsbury USA
Publication date: 09/16/2014
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 39,352
Product dimensions: 5.60(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Jesmyn Ward received her M.F.A. from the University of Michigan and is currently an associate professor of creative writing at Tulane University. She is the editor of the anthology The Fire This Time and the author of the novel Where the Line Bleeds as well as two National Book Award-winning novels, Salvage the Bones and Sing, Unburied, Sing. A 2017 MacArthur Fellow in Fiction, Ward lives in DeLisle, Mississippi.

Table of Contents

Prologue 1

We Are in Wolf Town 9

Roger Eric Daniels III 20

We Are Born 42

Demand Cook 62

We Are Wounded 81

Charles Joseph Martin 104

We Are Watching 129

Ronald Wayne Lizana 163

We Are Learning 181

Joshua Adam Dedeaux 213

We Are Here 236

Acknowledgments 253

Interviews

Barnes & Noble Review Interview with Jesmyn Ward

Readers of Jesmyn Ward's National Book Award–winning Salvage the Bones already know how harrowing the stories she tells can be. That novel followed a family living in the path of Hurricane Katrina — and before the arrival of the storm, numerous devastations have already befallen them. Men We Reaped turns away from fiction to draw more directly on the writer's own life, as well as the lives and deaths of five men, including her brother. The book that emerges may be hard to classify, but it's unquestionably powerful: Ward marshals the history family and community through the accumulation of small, potent details.

More than a memorial to lives tragically cut short and a portrait community dealing with their loss, Men We Reaped takes on broader societal concerns, exposing tears in the social fabric too easily overlooked. That blend of memoir, reportage, and political extrapolation has a long and storied history — George Orwell's Down and Out in Paris and London comes to mind — and Ward's book makes it clear why this form remains essential.

I talked with Ward via email to discuss the origins of the book's title, the ways in which her personal geography has affected the settings of her fiction, and how myths and archetypes continue to inform her writing. —Tobias Carroll

The Barnes & Noble Review: The Harriet Tubman quote that gives Men We Reaped both its title and one of its epigraphs is immediately striking. I was wondering where you first encountered it, and when it was that you knew that it would apply to your memoir.

Jesmyn Ward: I first came upon this Harriet Tubman quote online, actually. When beginning a book, I'll often search for epigraphs in the hope that I can find a few that will serve as clues or hints of what will come in the rest of the book. "We saw the lightening and that was the guns; and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped." It's difficult not to be moved by this — that was my first reaction to it; and I love her use of metaphor. Also, I wanted to make the sad connection between that war, the Civil War, and the unspoken war against young Black people in the United States today. And to refer to the era of slavery, from whence all of our national issues of racism began, and from which my family and our problems grew.

BNR: Men We Reaped features two parallel timelines, moving in chronological order through one series of events and in reverse order through the other. How did you arrive at the structure of your memoir?

JW: Because this tells my story, my family's and community's story, and also the stories of five dead young men, it was not an easy book to structure. When I first started thinking about it, I knew it had to end with my brother. That was the hardest of the deaths for me, as he was the closest. Chronologically, however, his death was the first. So I decided to tell my family's story and my story moving forward through time, ending just before my brother died. I then revisited each of the five young men who died, moving backward in time, from the last death to the first, with the hope that when the two stories met with my brother, this most impactful moment in my life, I'd better understand why all of this happened.

BNR: Beyond the story of your life and the lives of the five men at the book's heart, Men We Reaped has a sociopolitical aspect as well, particularly as with the statistics about race and poverty cited in the book's conclusion. At what point, as you wrote and edited it, did you realize that this additional dimension was needed?

JW: In a way, the whole purpose of the book is to humanize the statistics we all read in the newspaper. Out of context, they're so easy to dismiss. That's why I wrote Salvage the Bones, at least in part, so people would understand why some families stayed put during Hurricane Katrina. That's why I wrote this memoir. I wanted to say, hey, we're not numbers. We're here, we're human beings. We have families and jobs and fun and sorrow, just like everyone else. The final chapter of the book, "We Are Here," is really my reckoning with all the loss and the reasons for it. And it's only here that I bring in the statistics, as a way of making the individual story more universal. As a way of also saying, we are many. Too many.

BNR: In the section of the book focusing on Demond Cook, you talk about how, at the time, you told friends and relatives that you didn't write about "real-life stuff." You have since written realist fiction and nonfiction; what ultimately changed your mind?

JW: For me, there's a distinction between "real-life stuff" and realistic fiction. My two novels were definitely drawn from my life and my community, but they were works of imagination. They were fiction, albeit of a realistic nature. The memoir is obviously something different, my version of the truth. At the time Demond was alive, and we were joking about the potential or lack of potential in his life story as a subject for a book, I didn't imagine myself writing about him or any of the other young men in the book. In a way, all of the loss forced me to confront an actual truth, rather than an imagined one. While I can play the benevolent god in a work of fiction, protect my characters — although I try not to — real life has not spared us.

BNR: When you spoke with The Paris Review in 2011, you wrote about the influence of classical figures on Salvage the Bones. In Men We Reaped, you say about yourself growing up, "I wanted to be my own heroine." When writing nonfiction, how do you deal with classical archetypes?

JW: There's a theme that runs through the memoir, beginning with the dedication to my brother that states, "For Joshua Adam Dedeaux, who leads while I follow." I'm the older sister, so the expectation was that I would lead. And I did, for many years. I took care of him. I left home first. He led at times, too. He had responsibilities and pressures at home that I never did. My brother and I use to take car rides together through the murmuring southern pines, under a hot, high sun, listening to rap music on the stereo. In this way we traveled together, and I loved those moments. Now that my brother has left us, now that he's died, I can't follow. I don't want to, not yet. But at times I think of him as the heroic traveler, an Odysseus in a dull blue '85 Cutlass. And me, I'm back at home, waiting — and living, too, and writing and enjoying my family — but still, waiting, to hear about his journeys and to ride with him again.

BNR: As someone who also came of age in the late '80s and early '90s, the pop culture details definitely hit home for me. What did returning to that time period invoke in you, and how does writing from recalled memory differ from reporting on the lives of others?

JW: On some level, it was really wonderful to revisit that period. Not only because my brother and his friends were still alive, but for the particulars: the books I was reading, the music my family and I listened to, the television programs, the movies we watched together. I'm a consumer of popular culture still: movies and music, particularly. I feel like these are the signposts of our lives. When we share an era, we collectively share all of these memories, even if the particulars are individualized. So I'm glad to hear the details resonated with you. I've never really written reported nonfiction, and in writing Men We Reaped, I was very lucky to have my sisters, my mother, and several friends around to help me remember some of the details. The challenge for me was less in recalling the stories, more in drawing out the larger themes the stories illustrated.

BNR: The "buffer" woods you wrote about in Men We Reaped reminded me of a similar location in Salvage the Bones. To what extent has the area in which you grew up had an effect on the geography featured in your novels?

JW: The geography of my home is the geography of my novels. It will likely be the geography of my next novel, too. When I lived away from home, I longed for it and recreated it in my fiction. Even though I'm now living among those "buffer" woods again, I don't think I'll want my characters to inhabit any other landscape. Those woods, the bayous, the simple, squat houses — this place is part of who I am and part of what I want to explore as a writer. How does place form who we are?

BNR: A number of the details in Men We Reaped abound with thematic implications. I'm thinking particularly of your discovery that a town graveyard could eventually supplant a playground. How did you go about learning this?

JW: Yes, that is a sad fact I learned from Lucretia Lott, who is an older cousin. She's actually of my mother's generation, and she told me this fact while we were at the graveyard for the funeral of the young woman who was stabbed to death by her boyfriend. (I mention her death in the book.) In Lucretia's generation, they actually played baseball where my brother's grave is situated. Years later, our local park was the place where we hung out, away from our parents, out under the sky. We sat on the bleachers, talking; we shot goals on the basketball courts; we huddled in our cars, listening to music. This is where our lives happened. And that these same young people who lived and breathed and laughed in that park could occupy it in death, well, that's too great an irony to ignore.

BNR:Have you written any fiction since completing Men We Reaped? Have you found that writing a work of nonfiction has changed the way you approach writing as a whole?

JW: Men We Reaped was a tough book to write, on many levels. I struggled to get distance from the subject; I struggled emotionally. It's hard to be in those moments again. While I do get attached to my fictional characters, it's nothing like the cold reality of real-life loss. So getting back to fiction will be a relief. I'm in the early stages of writing my next novel, also set in Bois Sauvage. I must say, after facing the emotional challenges of memoir, I'm really looking forward to thinking about character and plot, rather than my own unhappy story.

September 19, 2013

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jesmyn Ward writes a powerful story. She tells of the losses (one after another) of relatives and friends. The 5 men she accounts for are all from poverty. Some are drug addicts. She does a fine job describing her loss and theorizing why is wasn't just bad luck that these losses occurred. I applaud Ms. Ward on a stunning memoir that will stick with me for a long time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ms. Ward has done an amazing job of eloquently presenting her world, the world in which young people full of potential lose hope and lose their lives because not much has changed in terms of the way that African American, and specifically poor African American men and women are treated in the South. Immersive, powerful, gripping, and highly recommended. Ms. Ward, I HEAR YOU. Amazing. Leave your cynicism behind and allow the power of this work to speak to you.
danell More than 1 year ago
I read Jesmyn Ward's first book and enjoyed it so much I was eager to read this one. Was I ever disappointed. I did not even make it through the first chapter. Maybe at a later date I will decide to open it back up and try to finish it but as for right now, I do not think so.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She very vividly presents her community. But as someone who lives in MS and works in an alternative school where young black men are the majority of our students, I question her analysis that the deaths of the 3 black young men (I haven't finished the entire book yet) are primarily the result of the racist environment they inhabit. Children learn what they live and it's next to impossible to replace that learning with something else when they are older. In our program we find that if students get clean and sober, most of the other obstacles they face become manageable. In MS if you do some type of forced intervention with these very troubled young men, you're racist with no regard for their culture and if you don't try to intervene you're part of a racist system that just doesn't care about them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ward does a wonderful job telling the story of a place I have seen but don't understand. In her memoir she mentions an old friend telling her how glad she is that Ward is giving voice to this community. Like Ward's old friend, I appreciate that someone can tell the story of this complicated community so well.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This story started okay and tried to make me think. In the end was just the same complaining that gives blacks a poor name. I can identify with the author, but I do not feel this was a good book. It's sad and tragic, not entertaining or even interesting.