Some histories can never be reconciled

Strange fruit--the title of a song by Billie Holliday that's been playing on my car stereo, and I can't get it out of my mind...nor can I get the images it evokes out of my head. It kept playing in my head as I read Colson Whitehead's Pulitzer-winning novel The Underground Railroad (Random House, 2016), the …

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Thirteen Moons: Charles Frazier

"I am leaving soon for the Nightland, where all ghosts of men and animals yearn to travel. … It is the last unmapped country, and a dark way getting there. A sorrowful path. And maybe not exactly Paradise at the end. The belief I’ve acquired over a generous and nevertheless inadequate time on earth is …

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