Editorial Reviews. From Booklist. After a career as a Pulitzer Prize–winning reporter with the New York Times, LeDuff answered the longing to return to his roots. We have read a few books about the local Detroit area, how does this book How does the City of Detroit that LeDuff describes in this book compare to the. In recent years the death of Detroit has joined such perennials as the sinking of the Titanic and the explosion of the Hindenburg as a favorite topic among.
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Charlie LeDuff's Detroit: An American Autopsy adds to this mound of the course of a couple of generations. Millions of Americans have inhabited the Rust pdf. Detroit: An American Autopsy by Charlie LeDuff. With the steel-eyed reportage that has become his trademark — and the righteous indignation only a native son . An explosive exposé of America's lost prosperity—from Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist Charlie LeDuff Back in his.
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It is an eerie and angry place of deserted factories and abandoned homes and forgotten people. Coyotes are here. The pigeons have left.
He embeds with a local fire brigade struggling to defend its city against systemic arson and bureaucratic corruption. He beats on the doors of union bosses and homeless squatters, powerful businessmen and struggling homeowners, and the ordinary people holding the city together by sheer determination.
While redemption is thin on the ground in this ghost of a city, Detroit: An American Autopsy is no hopeless parable. LeDuff shares an unbelievable story of a hard town in a rough time filled with some of the strangest and strongest people our country has to offer. Detroit is a dark comedy of the absurdity of American life in the twenty-first century, a deeply human drama of colossal greed and endurance, ignorance and courage.
Browse more videos. Playing next 2: A long list of books, articles, film documentaries, and television reports have fed the curiosity of those millions seeking to know what went wrong. Photographers, both amateur and professional, have descended on the city, providing an ample visual record for those wishing to gawk at the disaster that is Detroit.
The Motor City has become the wreck on the highway that everyone slows down to stare at.
An American Autopsy adds to this mound of postmortems. As LeDuff observes: Actually Detroit: An American Autopsy is as much a memoir as a commentary on a city in distress. Raised in the Detroit region, LeDuff returned to his hometown in after a stint with the New York Times and took a job with the foundering Detroit News. His book is a personal account of his two years covering the corruption and chaos of the once-great city.
Not only is LeDuff himself the protagonist and first person narrator of his work, but his dysfunctional family serves as a symbol for the dysfunctional city.
Plagued by drug use, a lack of education, and underemployment, the LeDuff clan, like the city, is clinging to existence, toughing it out in a hostile world. Interlaced with these tales of civic larceny and frustrated but conscientious public servants, he poignantly tells of his deceased sister—a prostitute and drug addict who died young—and her daughter, who fatally overdosed on heroin.
An autopsy is a scientific dissection of a dead body performed by an objective expert seeking to determine the cause of death. The next of kin do not carve up the cadaver, and the pathologist does not pen a three hundred page lament for the deceased. And so was the city. It is important to note that, growing up in Detroit and its suburbs, I can honestly say it was never that good in the first place.
People of older generations like to tell me about the swell old days of soda fountains and shopping stores and lazy Saturday night drives. But the fact is Detroit was dying forty years ago when the Japanese began to figure out how to make a better car.
The whole country knew the city and the region was on the skids, and the whole country laughed at us. A bunch of lazy, uneducated blue-collar incompetents.
The Rust Belt.
The Rust Bowl. Forget about it.
Florida was calling. No one cared much about Detroit until the Dow collapsed in , the economy melted down and the chief executives of the Big Three went to Washington, D. Suddenly the eyes of the nation turned back upon this postindustrial sarcophagus, where crime and corruption and mismanagement and mayhem played themselves out in the corridors of power and on the powerless streets.
Detroit became epic, historic, symbolic, hip even. I began to get calls from reporters around the world wondering what the city was like, what was happening here. Was Detroit an outlier or an epicenter?
Was Detroit a symbol of the greater decay? Is the Motor City the future of America?