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Description: 'A meditation on race, and class, and grief ... Uplifting, but just wrenching' BARACK OBAMA ONE OF BARACK OBAMA'S BEST BOOKS OF 2020 AN INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER A NEW YORK TIMES BOOK OF THE YEAR WINNER OF THE ANISFIELD-WOLF BOOK AWARD SHORTLISTED FOR THE 2021 CARNEGIE MEDAL IN NON-FICTION 'This will be read for many, many years to come as a classic not just of the memoir genre but of contemporary writing' Simon Schama 'Astonishing' Thandiwe Newton 'As gripping as any thriller' Mail on Sunday 'A masterpiece' Elizabeth Gilbert 'Powerful' The Times At age nineteen, Natasha Trethewey had her world turned upside down when her former stepfather shot and killed her mother. Heartbreakingly clear-eyed and tender, Memorial Drive is a daughter's act of love – and an unflinching excavation of the wounds that never heal. For as Trethewey tells her story, and reclaims her mother's, she lays bare the indelible scars of slavery and racism on the soul of a troubled nation. 'Sheer artistry ... Trethewey's masterpiece suggests that the greatest act of defiance a black person can do is to remember' Financial Times
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Description: Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Sample Book Insights: #1 The last picture of my mother, taken at the crime scene, is the formal portrait made only a few months before her death. She did not look at the camera, her eyes fixed at a point in the distance. She was 40 years old. #2 I went back to the place my mother was murdered. I had not been there since I was nineteen, when I had to clean out her apartment. I kept only a few of her books, a dieffenbachia plant, and a single plant. #3 I went back to the apartment complex to see the bullet hole in the wall, which was still there. I thought about the history of the building and my mother’s life, and how my own life had been shaped by that legacy. #4 I kept an image of myself from that first day after my mother’s death, when I went to visit her apartment. I was not the same person who went into the apartment hours later.
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