![]() ![]() Piecing together their stories and the constellation of factors that led to their seemingly unconnected deaths, Ward, with a survivor’s haunted, propulsive urgency, writes: “We tried to outpace the thing that chased us, that said: You are nothing. Even more potent is her elegiac, essential-feeling memoir, Men We Reaped (Bloomsbury), which returns to her hometown of DeLisle, Mississippi, to recall the poor but close-knit community she grew up in, a place where the American dream shone like “some wishing star in the distance.” At the center of Ward’s personal history is a startling tragedy: the deaths of her brother, cousin, and friends-all young black men-who died between 20. ![]() ![]() When Jesmyn Ward won 2011’s National Book Award with her second novel, Salvage the Bones, about a Mississippi Gulf Coast family hit by Hurricane Katrina, she drew attention to a part of the country that’s largely missing from contemporary literature with a piercing lyricism that didn’t prettify her characters’ brutal circumstances. Holding-men-we-reaped Photo: Courtesy of Jesmyn Ward ![]()
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