Category: Southern Fiction (Page 11 of 24)

Filling Up With Stories

In the heart of Belhaven stands a little house among all the other mismatched houses. It is framed by flowers and pine trees, and children run through the carpet of green lawn, blowing bubbles and fingers sticky with the melted popsicles they claim as priceless treasures in the heat.

On this porch is a blue wicker rocking chair, and as the summer storm rolls in, it rocks, empty, a glass of sweet tea by its side.

Earlier, before the children were let loose to run like wild banshees, they sat on that same porch and listened to a story or two. This June, every Thursday from 3 to 4 p.m. I have been fortunate enough to read stories in conjunction with the Eudora Welty House for Summer Storytime. Last week, the group of children was so big that we split it up into three separate groups to hear multiple stories before they clamored for popsicles and ran through the sprinkler.

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This upcoming Thursday, June 18, we will be reading stories about writing your own story, and what a better place to do this activity than at the Eudora Welty House, the home of an author who made her own stories. We hope you and your children will join us from 3:00 to 4:00 to make a book.

Who can say whether there is or isn’t a certain magic imbued in a place? When the last of the children left, led by the hand by their parents, it was just as if Ms. Welty herself had been there the whole time, smiling as words and stories filled these children, just as they in turn filled her garden.

As I turned to leave, the rocking chair creaked in the wind, and the little house was quiet, the grass worn by the patter of little feet, standing just as it was before with all the other mismatched houses, right in the heart of Jackson.

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Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose it’s an early form of participation in what goes on. Listening children know stories are there. When their elders sit and begin, children are just waiting and hoping for one to come out, like a mouse from its hole.

—Eudora Welty, One Writer’s Beginnings

Elizabeth Spencer & Walter Anderson Paired

“On the Gulf” by Elizabeth Spencer with the art of Walter Anderson. Jackson, MS: University Press of Mississippi, 1991.

“If I could have one part of the world back to the way it used to be, I would not choose Dresden before the fire bombing, Rome before Nero, or London before the Blitz. I would not resurrect Babylon, Carthage or San Francisco. Let the leaning tower lean and the hanging gardens hang. I want the Mississippi Gulf Coast back as it was before Hurricane Camille.”

This quote comes from Elizabeth Spencer’s Introduction to her collection of short stories “On the Gulf,” and her feelings might seem even more timely today when we think of the loss suffered from Hurricane Katrina. “On the Gulf” was published as part of the University Press of Mississippi’s Author and Artist Series in 1991. All six stories in “On the Gulf” are set along the Gulf of Mexico and the lives of women take center stage from New Orleans to Ship Island to Florida.
on the gulf by elizabeth spencerAll of the stories had been previously published, but Spencer found this republication particularly appealing when the press suggested that her stories be paired with the art of the late Walter Anderson. Every page has a banner heading of Anderson’s art work and each story has multiple full-page black-and-white drawings from Anderson. In her many recollections of the coast in her opening essay, Spencer remembered Walter Anderson: “He seemed, like the Lord God before him, to be creating every day, fish, fowl, plants, flowers, trees, sea and air . . .”

Several other books in the Mississippi Author and Artist series have become as collectible as “On the Gulf.” Here is a list of some early publications—and note the care the press took pairing our great Mississippi authors and artists.


morgana“Morgana” by Eudora Welty with the art of Mildred Nungester Wolfe (1988) includes two stories from Welty’s “Golden Apples.

“Black Cloud, White Cloud” by Ellen Douglas with the art of Elizabeth Wolfe (1989) is Douglas’s only collection of short fiction.

“Homecomings” by Willie Morris with the art of William Dunlap (1989) features Morris’s reflections on the meaning of home.

“The Debutante Ball” by Beth Henley with the art of Lynn Green Root (1989) presents the Pulitzer-prize winning playwright’s work in a new light.

“After All It’s Only a Game” by Willie Morris also with the art of Lynn Green Root (1992) includes fiction and nonfiction on basketball, baseball, and football.

The Author and Artist series was issued in both trade and limited edition series. The trade editions were large format hardbacks with decorative dust jackets, and book lovers might have had the opportunity to have them signed by author and artist. The limited editions were printed in limited number and signed by the author and artist, bound in cloth, and housed in a protective slipcase.

Written by Lisa Newman,  A version of this column was published in The Clarion-Ledger’s Sunday Mississippi Books page.

The Porous Border Between Love and Violence

Most of us who are over 20 can point to a few big events that set us on the road to adulthood. For the never-named narrator of M.O. Walsh’s debut novel, My Sunshine Away, it was the rape of his teen crush during her sophomore (his freshman) year of high school, Lindy Simpson. The narrator and Lindy have been neighbors since grade school, during which time he has harbored an innocent, but obsessive love for her. The search for the unseen rapist—who knocked her off her bike and forced her face into the ground—brings all the neighborhood oddballs into suspicion. It also brings the narrator closer to realizing his puppy-like fantasy. Unfortunately, he implicates himself in the process, in multiple ways. During this time, his divorced parents are still acting out their drama, and then his sister is killed in a car accident, leaving no adult—except a loveable but unstable uncle—with time or emotional bandwidth to spare for him as he lurches toward maturity.


39170-2TThere’s no shortage of coming-of-age novels. Among the qualities that distinguish this one is the memoir-like voice of the narrator and the unsentimental, yet forgiving examination of his immature self and his teenage posturing. Now grown and settled, the narrator understands that his actions were at once classic teen behavior and almost invariably the “wrong” thing to do, yet they revealed the true nature of the people around him, progressively peeling away his naïveté.

Another quality that lifts My Sunshine Away above the coming-of-age glut is the vivid setting; a white, middle-class subdivision of Baton Rouge, Louisiana in the late 1980s and early ’90s. The kids of Woodland Hills mostly go to the private Perkins School. I grew up in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, a morning’s drive from Baton Rouge. Walsh’s dead-on description of the brutal Louisiana summer stirred nostalgia and commiseration:

You should know:

Baton Rouge, Louisiana is a hot place.

Even the fall of night offers no comfort. There are no breezes sweeping off the dark servitudes and marshes, no cooling rain. Instead, the rain that falls here survives only to boil on the pavement, to steam up your glasses, to burden you.

The ninth chapter is a defense of the narrator and author’s native state that begins: “I believe Louisiana gets a bad rap.”

“We are relegated to a different human standard in the south as if all our current tragedies are somehow payback for our unfortunate past.”

Yes, the state is corrupt, its racial tensions endemic, its floods catastrophic. But there’s the food, the culture, the community. Red beans and rice or seafood po-boys are “small escapes from the blatantly burdensome land.”

This chapter of praise is wonderfully placed within the architecture of the book. Yes, it interrupts the narrative arc, but it also lightens the tone. Like the meals, this chapter offers a break from the bleak subject—a teenage girl’s rape; it doesn’t undo the awful, but it does give us, the readers, a reprieve. Chapter 28, a warm-hearted and evocative comparison of New Orleans and Baton Rouge, plays a similar role after a fraught and literally climactic chapter in which the narrator realizes that he never understood or even really empathized with Lindy’s trauma, so obsessed was he with his own wants.

Defying the literary tendency to define the South by its own history (this isn’t a story about race), Walsh ties the narrative to national events. The narrator traces his love of Lindy to the day of the Challenger explosion when he was in fifth grade. His school had assembled to watch the first teacher in space, only to witness a disaster. In the chaos, Lindy throws up on herself and he offers his shirt, a moment of vulnerability only witnessed by the teacher, his first protective act. And there’s our hero, the narrator, whose potential guilt comes up twice. The first time the police are questioning all young males in the neighborhood, he doesn’t even understand the term rape. He thinks it means to get totally beaten in a game, as in when LSU lost a football game 44 to 3, and someone says, “We got raped.”

The novel’s title comes from a line of the song, “You Are My Sunshine,” written by the late Louisiana governor Jimmie Davis: “Please don’t take my sunshine away.” While the chorus is pleasant and campy, the verses shift toward the sinister: I’ll always love you and make you happy / If you will only say the same / But if you leave me to love another, / You’ll regret it all one day.

The song shows the porous border between love and violence. A man thinks back on himself as a boy who has a crush on a girl and draws pornographic pictures of her. And he thinks about the man who assaulted her and wonders what kept the boy who had the crush and the white-hot yearnings from becoming the second man or someone like him? The clarity of age reveals all.

The True First Edition of The Collected Stories of Katherine Anne Porter

The Collected Stories of Katherine Anne Porter. London, UK: Jonathan Cape, 1964.

katherine anne porter 1930 MexicoCallie Russell Porter was one of four children born in 1890 in Indian Creek, Texas, a small community in West Central Texas. Her mother died in childbirth when Callie was just two-years-old so her father moved the children to live with his mother in Kyle, Texas. Callie’s grandmother, Catherine Anne Porter made a strong impression on her, with a love for the finer things in life when much was to be had and even concocted family stories of rich plantations and waiting servants. Callie eventually changed her name to Katherine Anne Porter and also adopted her grandmother’s belief in using whatever means she had to make her dreams come true.

Porter married for the first time at age 16 and received no formal education beyond grammar school. She left an abusive marriage, worked as an actress, singer, and newspaper journalist, finally enduring a severe case of bronchitis in a rough span of about 10 years. After a two-year stay in the sanatorium, she decided to turn her artistic ambitions toward writing, and in 1930 her first collection, “Flowering Judas,” was published with literary acclaim but little commercial success.
eye of the story FEPorter was a leading literary figure of the time and she happened to be Eudora Welty’s first notable literary connection in 1938. Welty would go on to write the title essay, “The Eye of the Story,” on Porter’s short stories:

“All the stories she has written are moral stories about love and the hate that is love’s twin, love’s impostor and enemy and death. Rejection, betrayal, desertion, theft roam the pages of her stories as they roam the world . . . [Her work] has shown me a thing or two about the eye of fiction, about fiction’s visibility and invisibility, about its clarity, its radiance . . . Katherine Anne Porter shows us that we do not have to see a story happen to know what is taking place. For all we are to know, she is not looking at it happen herself when she writes it; for her eyes are looking through the gauze of the passing scene, not distracted by the immediate and transitory; her vision is reflective.”

Porter’s stories vary greatly in place—from Texas to Mexico to Berlin—but the intensity of Porter’s inner reflection is always constant and a great magnet for the reader.

collected stories porter UKFELife changed greatly for Porter when she published her first and only novel “Ship of Fools” in 1962. Although it was not a literary success, the novel became a bestseller and the talk of the nation. According to biographer Joan Givner, it was even the conversation of Presidential inaugural dinner between President John F. Kennedy and Mary Hemingway. It was not until after “Ship of Fools” that Porter published “The Collected Stories.”

The American edition published in 1965 by Harcourt won the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award that year. However, the English edition published by Jonathan Cape in 1964 oddly remains the true first edition. In this unusual situation, the collector might want both editions. The English is less common than the American edition and signed copies are extremely scarce.

See all of Lemuria’s current first editions inventory for Katherine Anne Porter here.

Written by Lisa Newman,  A version of this column was published in The Clarion-Ledger’s Sunday Mississippi Books page.

Absalom, Absalom!: A Random House First

Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner. New York, NY: Random House, 1936.

absalom LTD9600728William Faulkner’s ninth novel, “Absalom, Absalom!,” focuses on the life of Thomas Sutpen, a poor white Virginian who moves to Mississippi during the 1830s with aspirations of becoming a wealthy planter. Sutpen’s story is told through flashbacks narrated mostly by Quentin Compson. Quentin’s roommate, Shreve, at Harvard University listens and periodically offers suggestions and conjecture. It takes a long time to get Sutpen’s actual story as events are reinterpreted. “Absalom,” while it has been one of the most praised Southern novels of all time, is also one of the most challenging (yet rewarding) to read.

faulkner-yok-mapCertainly, no one was more aware of the complexity of “Absalom” than Faulkner himself. After much editorial work, Faulkner created three reader’s guides to appear at the end of the book: a genealogy, a chronology, and a map of Yoknapatawpha County. The map was special because the publisher had to pay extra to have it tipped in to the first 6,000 copies; the map was also printed in two colors. Random House was eager to make the book as beautiful as possible because “Absalom” was Random House’s first Faulkner book to publish. Earlier that year, Bennett Cerf of Random House had bought Smith & Haas, a small publisher that had been struggling to make a profit even though it had a line of great authors. Cerf wrote in his memoir “that getting [Faulkner] on our list was the best part of the deal.”

A tradition of issuing a signed limited edition had already been established with Faulkner’s previous publisher Smith & Haas. Blank sheets would be sent to Faulkner’s Rowan Oak residence and he would sign them and then the pages would be tipped in, or bound in, to a limited number of specially designed books. Faulkner was very particular about signing books. If he did sign a trade edition, he often inscribed them. In Joseph Blotner’s biography, Faulkner commented on signing books in a conversation with the famous publisher Alfred A. Knopf:

“’People stop me on the street and in the elevators and ask me to sign books, but I can’t afford to do this because special signed books are part of my stock-in-trade. Aside from that, I only sign books for my friends.’”

Faulkner reportedly signed just one of Mr. Knopf’s books.

When Faulkner received the blank sheets from Random House to sign for the limited edition of “Absalom, Absalom!,” he didn’t sign them. He had been hospitalized for drinking. Finally, he recovered enough to sign them. The first sheets were set aside for shaky hand writing, number one was inscribed to his lover Meta Carpenter “wherever she may be,” and the other 299 copies went up for sale. “Absalom” is one of the most beautiful of the limited editions with green and white decorated boards, a green cloth spine with gilt lettering, a hand drawn fold-out map, and William Faulkner’s signature.

See all of Lemuria’s first editions by William Faulkner here

Written by Lisa Newman,  A version of this column was published in The Clarion-Ledger’s Sunday Mississippi Books page.

Where All Light Tends to Go

Whatever you choose to call it- Grit Lit, Country Noir, Southern Gothic (on the wrong side of the tracks), I love it. I was thrilled to get my hands on the advance reading copy of Where All Light Tends to Go by David Joy. I am also thrilled to be able to meet tonight an author who, in my opinion, will join the ranks of Daniel Woodrell, Larry Brown, Ron Rash and Tom Franklin.

Jacket6Jacob McNeely is resigned to the fact that he is stuck. He is not only stuck in the town he lives in but also the lifestyle that his family has led for generations. His family history is full of outlaws, bootleggers and currently the business of crystal methamphetamine; his father is a dealer and his mother is an addict.  The one good thing in his life is his life-long love, Maggie.  To Jacob, Maggie represents everything good in the world and he will do anything to keep her from being “stuck” in their home town.

He has worked for his father since he was young and knows the business inside and out.  One night, things go terribly wrong with a job his father sent him on and he begins to learn that things and people  aren’t always who and what they seem to be.  This a beautifully written book full of brutality and love; and I found myself cheering for Jacob to find his way.

This is a must read for 2015.

 

Written by Maggie

Franklin Library’s Signed First Edition Series

breathing lessons by anne tyler“Breathing Lessons” by Anne Tyler. Franklin Library: Philadelphia, PA: 1988.

The Franklin Library of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania published some of the most beautiful leather bound books of the twentieth century. In operation from the early 1970s until 2000, the press published collectible books in three different styles: full genuine leather, imitation leather, and quarter-bound genuine leather. The books were released in several series: The 100 Greatest Books of All Time, The Great Books of the Western World, Pulitzer Prize Classics and the Signed First Editions series. Franklin Library provided an affordable way to enhance a library’s look and feel. Besides being aesthetically pleasing to many collectors, the fine craftsmanship of the books ensure they can be handed down from generation to generation.

The Signed First Edition series gave readers a way to have a signed book from authors that might otherwise be inaccessible. One example is “Breathing Lessons” by Anne Tyler. During the 1980s, Tyler was nominated twice for the Pulitzer Prize for “Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant” and “The Accidental Tourist.” The Franklin Library honored her in 1988 with a leather bound Signed First Edition of “Breathing Lessons,” for which she finally won the Pulitzer Prize. Tyler has always been a private author, declining book tours and rarely giving interviews. Although her publisher Knopf has worked over the years to distribute pre-signed trade editions, they are always of limited number. And a note for Anne Tyler fans–Tyler released her twentieth novel, “A Spool of Blue Thread” in February 2015.

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Other beautiful books in the Signed First Edition series include: “Where I’m Calling From” by Raymond Carver and “Eva Luna” by Isabella Allende.

moviegoer FRANKLINThe Franklin Library also issued signed books which were not first editions but allowed the book lover the opportunity to collect a major work like “The Moviegoer” signed by Walker Percy.

Written by Lisa Newman,  A version of this column was published in The Clarion-Ledger’s Sunday Mississippi Books page.

From the Golden Age of Illustrated Books: Life on the Mississippi

life on the mississippiLife on the Mississippi by Mark Twain. Boston: James R. Osgood & Company, 1883.

The face of the water, in time, became a wonderful book—a book that was a dead language to the uneducated passenger, but which told its mind to me without reserve, delivering its most cherished secrets as clearly as if it uttered them with a voice. And it was not a book to be read once and thrown aside, for it had a new story to tell every day.”

Samuel Clemens, at the age of ten, left his hometown of Hannibal, Missouri, on his first riverboat voyage in 1853. He found work as a printer in St. Louis and confidently moved on for other work in New York City, Philadelphia, and Washington, D.C. Several years later he landed his dream job as an apprentice to a veteran steamboat pilot on the Mississippi River. Clemens’ career came to an abrupt halt when traffic on the river became impossible during the Civil War. By 1863 he was working as a reporter and first signed his pen name “Mark Twain.” Throughout his writing life, Twain returned to the river, and none more so than in “Life on the Mississippi.”

Twain published a seven-part series of essays,“Old Times on the Mississippi,” based on his travels on the Mississippi River in the Atlantic Monthly in 1875. Seven years later Twain made a trip on the Mississippi with his publisher James Osgood and stenographer Roswell Phelps to gather more material to make a book suitable in length for the subscription book market.

life on the mississippi cremation urnThe first edition of “Life on the Mississippi” was lavishly illustrated. The spine and cover featured gold stamped scenes of riverboat life on the Mississippi by the principal artist John Harley. While Harley focused on many of the river folk sketches, Edmund Henry Garrett was employed to capture many of the landscape and shoreline scenes. To meet the publishing deadline, illustrator A. B. Shute was added to the team to complete the final chapters. The illustrations also identify a first edition, first printing: a Mark Twain in flames above a cremation urn was removed from subsequent printings due to objections from his wife.

In 19th century America, illustrated books were the main way visual images entered the home, influencing how Americans learned about history and faraway places. Altogether the illustrations in “Life on the Mississippi” were, and still are, vital compliments to the text of “Life on the Mississippi.”

Written by Lisa Newman,  A version of this column was published in The Clarion-Ledger’s Sunday Mississippi Books page.

Disappearing Rosa Parks: Where Did All the Women Heroes Go?

Written by Johnathan Odell, author of The Healing and a new rendering of his debut novel, The View from Delphi: Miss Hazel and the Rosa Parks League. Available on February 4, Rosa Parks’s 102nd birthday. 

When I was interviewing Mississippians for my book, an elderly black man talked about his days as a sharecropper. He summed up his experience like this, “When God handed out possessions, he must have give the black man the plow and the white man the pencil.” It was his way of saying that under Jim Crow, the black man did all the work, but no matter how big a crop you brought in, it was the figures the white man put down in his ledger that decided if there would be any money that season, or if the sharecropper would remain in economic servitude to the land owner.

I have also found that saying helpful in understanding the way the historical record is maintained as well. It’s now widely accepted that if a white man is writing the story, the role of blacks tend to get diminished as agents of their own liberation. They are often portrayed as longsuffering victims waiting to be saved by the benevolent acts of white people. Black heroes have a hard time finding themselves in print. My black friends call this “Killing the Mockingbird Syndrome”, for the way that famous book relegates blacks to pitiful, powerless dependents. As I say, though, we are becoming aware of this dynamic, thanks to a growing number of black historians.

But as I researched the Civil Rights period for “Miss Hazel in the Rosa Parks League,” I ran into another significant discrepancy in how the story is told.

To change up the saying a bit, if the white man got the pencil, and the black man got the plow, then the black woman got the harness to pull that plow through the stony fields of the Civil Rights Movement. Her acts of courageous resistance are even more overlooked by history than that of the black man.

I think there are multiple reasons for this. One is the nature of the violence during that time. Black men were constantly in the crosshairs.  Face it, most of racism in the South stems from white fear that black men want white women (and the deep insecurity that it could be reciprocal!). So the focus of white paranoia was on black men. They were the ones whites had to keep an eye on, so the risk was higher for them to overtly resist. Black women were the lowest of the low as for perceived power and threat to white superiority. They could get a lot of things done their men could not because they were more “invisible.”  They had jobs that took them into the most intimate spaces of the white life. They could come and go more freely. They could pool information, influence through personal relationship with white women. They were uniquely positioned to subvert white power, but it was from the shadows.

And of course patriarchy exists in the black community just as it does in the white community. The public spokespeople for African Americans have historically been male just as they had been for whites.  In the 1950’s and 60’s, if white male leaders were going to deal directly with anyone it would have to be black leaders who were also male. “Man to Man.” That was the culture. Newspapers, T.V, radio, all the communication channels that African Americans needed to get their message out were necessarily looking for the black male spokesperson for the real story.  The country as a whole wasn’t ready to see women of any race as leaders of a legitimate movement. The credible face on the evening news needed to be a Martin Luther King, not a Rosa Parks.

So it may have been a necessary convention, but the tragedy is that still we give those public male faces most of the credit, when it was an army of women who assumed the lion’s share of the risk and got the job done. That’s not a new story, and unfortunately, not a defunct one.

The truth is, when it came time to publically defy white authority throughout the South, it was black women who took to the streets, to the registrar’s office and to the whites-only schoolhouse. Mississippian Fannie Lou Hamer, one of the most influential figures in the Civil Rights story, male or female, put it bluntly. She said it wasn’t the male “chicken eatin’ preachers” who were the backbone of the movement, but the fieldworkers like herself, the illiterates, the mothers with nothing else to loose, the sassy “Saturday night brawlers.”

Even today, this bias for male heroes still serves to obscure the real contributions of women like Rosa Parks, who is often portrayed as a tired, longsuffering, meek woman whose feet were tired. When in actuality she was a seasoned activist, youthful and full of passion. She had been stepping out into the battlefield long before she got on that bus, and kept stepping long after.

 

Praise for MISS HAZEL AND THE ROSA PARKS LEAGUE

“A terrific writer who can take his place in the distinguished pantheon of Southern fiction”

–Pat Conroy, author of The Prince of Tides, The Great Santini

“Here it comes—barreling down the track like a runaway train, a no-holds-barred Southern novel as tragic and complicated as the Jim Crow era it depicts…. This is a big brilliant novel whose time has come.”

–Lee Smith, author of The Last Girls and Guests on Earth

“With its deftly drawn characters, delicious dialogue, and deeply satisfying and hopeful ending, this fine novel deserves to win the hearts of readers everywhere. Book clubs, this one is definitely for you!”

— Meg Waite Clayton, author of The Wednesday Sisters

“Odell vividly brings to life a fabulous cast of characters as well as a troubling time in our not-so-distant past. You won’t want to miss this one!”

— Cassandra King, author of The Sunday Wife and Moonrise

Jubilee – A Labor of Love

jubilee WFE61121XXJubilee by Margaret Walker. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1966.

Poet Nikki Giovianni described her good friend Margaret Walker as “the most famous person nobody knows.” While known for her signature poem “For My People,” her novel Jubilee was the first modern novel on slavery.

Walker’s parents were both teachers and always encouraged her to do well in school as they moved from Birmingham to Meridian to New Orleans. By the Great Depression, Walker had finished college at Northwestern and was working for the WPA Writer’s Project with Richard Wright in Chicago. Her collection of poems, For My People, was published in 1942 by Yale Press and she became the first black woman to be awarded Yale Younger Poets Prize. Her literary reputation was established.

Despite this literary success, Walker had an even greater and perhaps an even more personal ambition: to write a novel based on the life of her grandmother. Jubilee was a thirty-year labor of love for Walker. The novel was to span slavery, civil war and reconstruction. She immersed herself in historical records and slave narratives, collected the stories of her family and visited old home sites while juggling the responsibilities of teaching and raising a family with four children. Sadly, Walker’s grandmother died before the Jubilee was published in 1966.

Jubilee is significant because until the 1960s black historical fiction had hardly been attempted by black writers. Jubilee was the first novel to be written by a black writer from slavery to reconstruction from the daily perspective of the black population. That Walker took 30 years to research it from a historical perspective while maintaining the heart of the story gleaned from her grandmother’s stories is no surprise. Scholars have credited Walker with paving the way for other black historical novels like Ernest Gaines’s The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman and Toni Morrison’s Beloved.

Margaret Walker devoted her life to teaching and her community at Jackson State University for thirty years before retiring in 1980. As Walker was involved in her community, many may cherish signed copies of her work. For collectors, first editions of Jubilee can be found at a reasonable price though signed copies are scarce.

Learn more about Margaret Walker’s Centennial Celebration at the Margaret Walker Center.

Written by Lisa Newman,  A version of this column was published in The Clarion-Ledger’s Sunday Mississippi Books page.

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