Pickett and coauthor Stowers write well, and, although the intended audience is not entirely clear, clerics contemplating...
A Texas prison chaplain recounts his experiences ministering to the condemned, arguing throughout that capital punishment is morally wrong.
“Killing to prove that killing is wrong turns logic on its head,” writes the now-retired Pickett, who has since become an anti–death penalty activist. “With each execution that is conducted, a new set of victims is created.” Inclined, perhaps against reason, to believe in the fundamental decency of people—“If I could not trust in the basic goodness of mankind, even those imprisoned for the cruelest of deeds, how could I be expected to serve my purpose?”—Pickett still recognizes, in this anecdotally driven sermon, that prisons harbor some genuinely nasty characters. He sketches a few, including a particularly hard murderer who privately confessed his crimes but insisted on his innocence even with his last breath, as well as a fellow who beat the author badly for refusing him an extra phone call. But most of the prisoners, as Pickett depicts them, were victims of circumstance and poor judgment, and an astonishing number became dead men walking for ill-considered responses to matters of the heart—that is, they slew their wives and girlfriends in so-called crimes of passion. Pickett’s sentimental view of the denizens of the big house will not convince eye-for-an-eye types, and even readers inclined to rehabilitation over retribution will wonder at some of his accounts; he can’t believe, for instance, that one of his church-going, choir-singing clients could possibly have molested children: “I’ve never met a nicer person,” he protests, with characteristic mildness, without entertaining the possibility that good manners and singing ability do not necessarily make a good person.
Pickett and coauthor Stowers write well, and, although the intended audience is not entirely clear, clerics contemplating ministries behind bars will find this useful background reading.Pub Date: May 1, 2001
ISBN: 0-312-28717-8
Page Count: 272
Publisher: St. Martin's
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2002
This moving, potent testament might have been titled “Black Lives Matter.” Or: “An American Tragedy.”
The powerful story of a father’s past and a son’s future.
Atlantic senior writer Coates (The Beautiful Struggle: A Father, Two Sons, and an Unlikely Road to Manhood, 2008) offers this eloquent memoir as a letter to his teenage son, bearing witness to his own experiences and conveying passionate hopes for his son’s life. “I am wounded,” he writes. “I am marked by old codes, which shielded me in one world and then chained me in the next.” Coates grew up in the tough neighborhood of West Baltimore, beaten into obedience by his father. “I was a capable boy, intelligent and well-liked,” he remembers, “but powerfully afraid.” His life changed dramatically at Howard University, where his father taught and from which several siblings graduated. Howard, he writes, “had always been one of the most critical gathering posts for black people.” He calls it The Mecca, and its faculty and his fellow students expanded his horizons, helping him to understand “that the black world was its own thing, more than a photo-negative of the people who believe they are white.” Coates refers repeatedly to whites’ insistence on their exclusive racial identity; he realizes now “that nothing so essentialist as race” divides people, but rather “the actual injury done by people intent on naming us, intent on believing that what they have named matters more than anything we could ever actually do.” After he married, the author’s world widened again in New York, and later in Paris, where he finally felt extricated from white America’s exploitative, consumerist dreams. He came to understand that “race” does not fully explain “the breach between the world and me,” yet race exerts a crucial force, and young blacks like his son are vulnerable and endangered by “majoritarian bandits.” Coates desperately wants his son to be able to live “apart from fear—even apart from me.”
This moving, potent testament might have been titled “Black Lives Matter.” Or: “An American Tragedy.”Pub Date: July 8, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-8129-9354-7
Page Count: 176
Publisher: Spiegel & Grau
Review Posted Online: May 5, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2015
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A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular...
A neurosurgeon with a passion for literature tragically finds his perfect subject after his diagnosis of terminal lung cancer.
Writing isn’t brain surgery, but it’s rare when someone adept at the latter is also so accomplished at the former. Searching for meaning and purpose in his life, Kalanithi pursued a doctorate in literature and had felt certain that he wouldn’t enter the field of medicine, in which his father and other members of his family excelled. “But I couldn’t let go of the question,” he writes, after realizing that his goals “didn’t quite fit in an English department.” “Where did biology, morality, literature and philosophy intersect?” So he decided to set aside his doctoral dissertation and belatedly prepare for medical school, which “would allow me a chance to find answers that are not in books, to find a different sort of sublime, to forge relationships with the suffering, and to keep following the question of what makes human life meaningful, even in the face of death and decay.” The author’s empathy undoubtedly made him an exceptional doctor, and the precision of his prose—as well as the moral purpose underscoring it—suggests that he could have written a good book on any subject he chose. Part of what makes this book so essential is the fact that it was written under a death sentence following the diagnosis that upended his life, just as he was preparing to end his residency and attract offers at the top of his profession. Kalanithi learned he might have 10 years to live or perhaps five. Should he return to neurosurgery (he could and did), or should he write (he also did)? Should he and his wife have a baby? They did, eight months before he died, which was less than two years after the original diagnosis. “The fact of death is unsettling,” he understates. “Yet there is no other way to live.”
A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular clarity.Pub Date: Jan. 19, 2016
ISBN: 978-0-8129-8840-6
Page Count: 248
Publisher: Random House
Review Posted Online: Sept. 29, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2015
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