Tales of Two Americas

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TALES OF TWO AMERICAS

John Freeman is founder of the literary biannual Freeman’s. He has written two books of nonfiction, How to Read a Novelist and The Tyranny of E-mail, and Maps, a collection of poems. Tales of Two Cities: The Best and Worst of Times in Today’s New York, an anthology about inequality in New York, was published by Penguin in 2015. The former editor of Granta, his work has appeared in The New Yorker, The Paris Review, The New York Times, and has been translated into more than twenty languages. He lives in New York City, where he is writer in residence at New York University and teaches at The New School.

A portion of the proceeds from sales of this book will be donated to homeless charities in the United States.

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LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA

Names: Freeman, John, 1974– editor.

Title: Tales of two Americas : stories of inequality in a divided nation / edited by John Freeman.

Description: New York : Penguin Books, 2017.

Identifiers: LCCN 2017011506 | ISBN 9780143131038 (paperback)

Subjects: LCSH: Social problems—United States—Fiction. | Social justice—United States—Fiction. | Social conflict—United States—Fiction. | United States—Ethnic relations—Fiction. | United States—Race relations—Fiction. | Short stories, American.

Classification: LCC PS648.S58 T35 2017 | DDC 813/.0108355—dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017011506

Cover design: Christopher Brian King

Cover image: Benjamin Lowy / Getty Images, (sky) detchana wangkheeree / Shutterstock

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This book is for my brother Andy,

who has lived in many countries

CONTENTS

About the Editor

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Introduction by John Freeman

Death by Gentrification   Rebecca Solnit

i’m sick of pretending to give a shit about what whypeepo think   Danez Smith

Notes of a Native Daughter   Sandra Cisneros

Dosas   Edwidge Danticat

American Work   Richard Russo

Fieldwork   Manuel Muñoz

For the Ones Who Put Their Names on the Wall   Juan Felipe Herrera

Trash Food   Chris Offutt

Some Houses (Various Stages of Dissolve)   Claire Vaye Watkins

Mobility   Julia Alvarez

Youth from Every Quarter   Kirstin Valdez Quade

Outside   Kiese Laymon

White Debt   Eula Biss

Leander   Joyce Carol Oates

Fault Lines   Ru Freeman

We Share the Rain, and Not Much Else   Timothy Egan

Blood Brother   Sarah Smarsh

Hillsides and Flatlands   Héctor Tobar

Invisible Wounds   Jess Ruliffson

How   Roxane Gay

Enough to Lose   RS Deeren

To the Man Asleep in Our Driveway Who Might Be Named Phil   Anthony Doerr

Soup Kitchen   Annie Dillard

Howlin’ Wolf   Kevin Young

Looking for a Home   Karen Russell

Visible City   Rickey Laurentiis

Portion   Joy Williams

Apartment 1G   Nami Mun

Happy   Brad Watson

A Good Neighbor Is Hard to Find   Whitney Terrell

Here in a State of Tectonic Tension   Lawrence Joseph

Once There Was a Spot   Larry Watson

Hurray for Losers   Dagoberto Gilb

La Ciudad Mágica   Patricia Engel

American Arithmetic   Natalie Diaz

The Worthless Servant   Ann Patchett

Contributors

Acknowledgments

INTRODUCTION

John Freeman

LAST WINTER I flew home to Sacramento for a short visit. On a mild December night I slipped on a coat and set out walking from the capitol to a bookstore not far away.

Very quickly, as in most American cities, I was approached and asked for money. Each man—and they were all men—spoke a reason. Spare some change for the holidays? A dollar for a veteran? Do you have any money for food? Taken in isolation, their requests had a stark, brutal simplicity. They were each a call to basic kindness. Will you see me, will you help? Of course even the most strapped of us has a quarter for a hungry person. So I gave, I always do. I know it is quite possible the reasons were ploys to get money for other things, but I cannot stand the other possibility—which is that the need was actual, and dire.

I walked on after speaking to the last man, and approached my destination in a state of dismay and déjà vu. I had been traveling a lot that fall and winter and everywhere I went I saw an unkind America. It was a constant refrain in Chicago, in Seattle, in Portland, in Miami: got some change, can you help, got some money for a veteran? Most people walk right by. Somewhat understandably. The only way in which to reside or work in much of America for many is to ignore these requests, in essence to deny our mutual humanity in order to live our lives. My dismay had another source, however. I had actually traveled to Sacramento that December to have an event at Time Tested Books to discuss this very issue of homelessness and inequality in New York. I had just published an anthology called Tales of Two Cities: The Best of Times and Worst of Times in Today’s New York, and I decided to walk because some of the most important essays in that book came from walkers, from people who saw New York at a human pace and so saw the stories it was not telling itself.

I thought about it and realized that most of my memories of Sacramento were seen at the speed of a car. I couldn’t remember a single walk I had taken with my grandfather, who moved to the city in 1933, and helped build the church we attended; or my father, who was born six years later and grew up downtown; or my brothers, who moved with me to the suburbs of Sacramento from Pennsylvania in 1984. We drove, parked, and walked a short distance to our destination. Now, thirty years later, I was on foot and seeing a very different city, wondering if I had been passing by it all along, or if something important had changed.