Dear Jesmyn,
Your writing is
enchanting. You spare no details, but share your story in a way that allows
your reader to visualize every scene. Your use of metaphor is phenomenal. I am
continually captivated by each page, just as I was In Salvage the Bones. Men We Reaped
is a story that America needs to hear, though I know it is a story
excruciatingly painful for you to write. I so respect your ability to write so
beautifully about people in your life who were (and perhaps still are) so close
to you.
As I read the Men We Reaped, I find the way you write about
death especially engaging. You seem to describe death as an event that does not
define the condition of your loved ones. You speak about interactions with your loved ones as live beings
and as ghosts, ("I never met her husband, my great-grandfather Adam
Senior, the man or the ghost.'[18]). At first, I was taken aback by statements
such as this one, though I so appreciate sentences like it that reflect your
honest beliefs and perspectives. The ingenuity and uniqueness that define your
writing in each chapter are what make your books such a pleasure to read.
Sincerely,
Jordan
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