Men We Reaped

"Jesmyn Ward writes to keep her heart from exploding. *Men We Reaped,* an accounting of the deaths, in four years, of five men close to her, is beautifully written and gut-wrenchingly sad. “Grief doesn’t fade,” she writes. “Grief scabs over like my scars and pulls into new, painful configurations as it knits. It hurts in new ways.” Ward writes about her dead brother and dead friends with loving detail: their eyes, their smiles and the color of their skin. Her writing revives the dead men and allows them to speak from beyond the grave: “Hello. We are here. Listen.”"

"I am looking forward to reading Jesmyn Ward’s memoir, “Men We Reaped.”"