![]() Both are the children of ministers, both smart and self-aware, happy to argue about poetry and predestination in a Whites-only graveyard. He is Presbyterian by birth, she Methodist and pious-but not so much that she can’t laugh when he calls himself the Prince of Darkness. Louis, an object of suspicion and concern, known locally as “That White Man That Keeps Walking Up and Down the Street All the Time.” Della is a schoolteacher, at home in Shakespeare and the classics. He drinks, he steals, he wanders, he’s a vagrant. Jack hails from Gilead, Iowa, where so many of Robinson’s stories are set, and he has a grave waiting there that he seems in a headlong rush to occupy. ![]() ![]() “I have never heard of a white man who got so little good out of being a white man.” So chides Della Miles, upbraiding John Ames Boughton at the opening of Robinson’s latest novel, set in an unspecified time, though certainly one of legal racial segregation. ![]() A sometimes tender, sometimes fraught story of interracial love in a time of trouble. ![]()
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