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BELÖNAD MED PULITZERPRISET 2020När medborgarrättsrörelsen når den svarta enklaven Frenchtown, tar den unge Elwood orden från Martin Luther King till sitt hjärta: Han är lika bra som någon annan. Elwood drömmer om att bli lärare, men ett oskyldigt misstag leder till att han skickas till uppfostringsanstalten Nickel-akademin, för att bli en hedervärd och ärlig man. I realiteten är det en grotesk tortyrkammare där pojkarna misshandlas och utnyttjas. För att överleva söker Elwood tröst i Dr Kings ord. Hans vän Turner tycker att Elwood är naiv, att världen är ond, och att det enda sättet att överleva är genom rävspel och list. Motsättningen mellan Elwoods idealism och Turners cynism leder fram till ett beslut vars efterverkningar blir kännbara i decennier efteråt.… (mer)
A couple years ago I had never heard of Colson Whitehead; now I've read five of his books. One wasn't great, three were real good, but none of them can hold a candle to The Nickel Boys. We're with the protagonist, Elwood, while living with his grandmother in Tallahassee in the '60s. He's a super smart kid, despite being Black in Florida in the '60s, works full time, is dipping his toes into the civil rights movement, and is preparing to take college courses while still in high school. Then, through the racism and shitty luck, he gets sent away to a jail/school for minors. Most of the book flashes between his time in this horrific institution and Elwood in the future in NYC. If you don't fall in love with this dude, you're out of your mind. If your heart is broken by so many of his experiences, and the experiences of those around him, you're made of stone.
Part of my fondness for this book might be because I was locked up in a similar place when I was around his age, and it has stayed with me in the 26 years since I got out. Though the place Elwood gets send to is much more physically violent, a lot of the mental and emotional torture is the same and many of his mates in their suffer the same fate as those I was with.
Anyway, get this book and read it. I promise you won't regret it. ( )
Anything Whitehead writes is pure gold. It's just a matter of how thick it is. This story of a reform school in the 1960s, the Nickel Academy, is thick. ( )
Colson Whitehead is a wonderful storyteller no matter what genre he selects. This historical fiction is beautifully told and has a surprising twist. In the acknowledgments, Mr. Whitehead reveals that this work of fiction is based on the story of the Dozier School for Boys in Mariana, Florida, whose horrifying history began to be excavated - literally - by archaeology students from the University of South Florida and was exhaustively reported on in The Tampa Bay Times. Its fictional counterpart, Nickel Academy, is a nightmarish place that terrorizes, sodomizes, brutalizes, and sometimes tortures to death its students, run by sadistic brutes, many of them Klansmen. Some find a way out; some never leave alive; the rest live with the scars all their lives. Chilling. ( )
I devoured this book in less than 24 hours. An emotionally challenging book, it pulls you in from the first page. No gratuitous scenes for shock value; it shocks simply by being so believable and real. A twist near the end literally caused me to lay the book down for a moment while I processed it. ( )
I ated the Underground Railway, but loved this. It’s about a boy sent to a reform school. The reform school is based on a real life one although the story otself is fictional. ( )
The books feel like a mission, and it’s an essential one. In a mass culture where there is no shortage of fiction, nonfiction, movies and documentaries dramatizing slavery and its sequels under other names (whether Jim Crow or mass incarceration or “I can’t breathe”), Whitehead is implicitly asking why so much of this output has so little effect or staying power. He applies a master storyteller’s muscle not just to excavating a grievous past but to examining the process by which Americans undermine, distort, hide or “neatly erase” the stories he is driven to tell.
Even when he’s arrested on the flimsiest evidence and sentenced to Nickel Academy, Elwood clings to his faith that goodness will be rewarded, that the rule of law will prevail. The academy, as Whitehead presents it, is a place of well-groomed exteriors and encouraging principles — a place, if you will, like the United States at large... And what a deeply troubling novel this is. It shreds our easy confidence in the triumph of goodness and leaves in its place a hard and bitter truth about the ongoing American experiment.
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Even in death the boys were trouble.
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They were sent to Nickel for offenses Elwood had never heard of: malingering, mopery, incorrigibility. Words the boys didn’t understand either, but what was the point when their meaning was clear enough: Nickel. I got busted for sleeping in a garage to keep warm, I stole five dollars from my teacher, I drank a bottle of cough syrup and went wild one night. I was on my own trying to get by (Whitehead 81).
He had a date, now he needed a course of action. He felt rotten those first days out of the hospital until he came up with a scheme that combined Turner’s advice with what he’d learned from his heroes in the movement. Watch and think and plan. Let the world be a mob Elwood will walk through it. They might curse and spit and strike him, but he’d make it through to the other side. Bloodied and tired, but he’d make it through (Whitehead 93).
“It used to be worse in the old days,” Harper said, “from what my aunt says. But the state cracked down and now we lay off the south-campus stuff.” Meaning, they only sold the black students’ supplies. “We had this good old boy who used to run Nickel, Roberts, who would’ve sold the air you breathe if he could’ve. Now that was a crook!” (Whitehead 97).
The boy had been a reedy little runt when he got to Nickel and regularly punked out his first year until he learned to fight, and then he preyed on the smaller kids, taking them into closets and supply rooms—you teach what you’re taught (Whitehead 170).
Plenty of boys had talked of the secret graveyard before, but as it had ever been with Nickel, no one believed them until someone else said it.
The theme music was stuck in his head now, and Elwood would have hummed or whistled but he didn’t want to look like a copycat. The song was a tiny, quiet piece of America carved out of the rest. No fire hoses, no need for the National Guard. It occurred to Elwood that he’d never seen a Negro in the small town of Mayberry, where the show took place.
Violence is the only lever big enough to move the world.
Jaimie kept a quiet profile and conducted himself in accordance with the Nickel handbook’s rules of conduct—a miracle, since no one had ever seen the handbook despite its constant invocations by the staff. Like justice, it existed in theory.
Still, the law was corrupt and capricious in various measure and sometimes a boy strolled out through what passed for divine intervention.
The laggards and limpers who weren’t running the course but running deep into their character—down into the cave to return to the light with what they found.
Competitors for apartments, for schools, for the very air—all those hard-won and cherished animosities fell away for a few hours as they celebrated a rite of endurance and vicarious suffering. You can do it.
The country was big, and its appetite for prejudice and depredation limitless, how could they keep up with the host of injustices, big and small. This was just one place. A lunch counter in New Orleans, a public pool in Baltimore that they filled with concrete rather than allow black kids to dip a toe in it. This was one place, but if there was one, there were hundreds, hundreds of Nickels and White Houses scattered across the land like pain factories.
It sounded how people sound when they have God in their mouth
The ring of keys on his belt jangled like the spurs on a sheriff in a Western.
You can change the law but you can't change people and how they treat each other.
Nickel was racist as hell—half the people who worked here probably dressed up like the Klan on weekends—but the way Turner saw it, wickedness went deeper than skin color.
The two fighters were the same height and build, hacked from the same quarry.
He'd had the thought of getting his GED in the back of his mind for a while. Tended to it like it was a candle flame cupped in his hand out of the wind.
He was like one of those Negroes Dr. King spoke of in his letter from jail, so complacent and sleepy after years of oppression that they had adjusted to it and learned to sleep in it as their only bed.
Silverfish and centipedes made a break for it as the boys dragged the trunks to the center of the basement.
His thoughts prowled and roved after midnight.
Their daddies taught them how to keep a slave in line, passed down this brutal heirloom.
The place was worse luck on top of bad luck, cursed.
They treat us like subhumans in our own country. Always have. Maybe always will.
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He was hungry and they served all day, and that was enough.
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BELÖNAD MED PULITZERPRISET 2020När medborgarrättsrörelsen når den svarta enklaven Frenchtown, tar den unge Elwood orden från Martin Luther King till sitt hjärta: Han är lika bra som någon annan. Elwood drömmer om att bli lärare, men ett oskyldigt misstag leder till att han skickas till uppfostringsanstalten Nickel-akademin, för att bli en hedervärd och ärlig man. I realiteten är det en grotesk tortyrkammare där pojkarna misshandlas och utnyttjas. För att överleva söker Elwood tröst i Dr Kings ord. Hans vän Turner tycker att Elwood är naiv, att världen är ond, och att det enda sättet att överleva är genom rävspel och list. Motsättningen mellan Elwoods idealism och Turners cynism leder fram till ett beslut vars efterverkningar blir kännbara i decennier efteråt.
Part of my fondness for this book might be because I was locked up in a similar place when I was around his age, and it has stayed with me in the 26 years since I got out. Though the place Elwood gets send to is much more physically violent, a lot of the mental and emotional torture is the same and many of his mates in their suffer the same fate as those I was with.
Anyway, get this book and read it. I promise you won't regret it. ( )