Overview
In the illuminating language of memory, Deborah McDowell tells the story of her family, living a segregated life in Bessemer, Alabama, where her father worked at U.S. Foundry and Pipe, nicknamed Pipe Shop. Through the intimate details of their daily lives, she shows us how civil rights affected a working-class town, among three generations of women and men. McDowell movingly uncovers a world rarely portrayed, where she was raised to love the sounds and meanings of words and to value a place and culture that has passed.Editorials
Publishers Weekly -
The author, a professor of English and African American studies at the University of Virginia, was summoned home to Pipe Shop, Alabama, to investigate whether her father's early death at age 51 in 1981 had been caused by asbestos poisoning from his work at a pipe and foundry company. (The matter remains unresolved because her father's employment records have been lost.) The trip back to the small Southern factory town triggers sad memories of a childhood impacted by the realities of segregation, but also fond recollections recounted here of a closely knit family life. Despite the author's rambling, somewhat disorganized style, her prose comes alive when she describes family members, such as her domineering grandmother, whom she called "Mother" and who advised her to get out of Pipe Shop if she wanted to succeed. She also recalls the importance of learning to read as well as the influence of the black church on her upbringing. Though she felt estranged from her father after she found out he was unfaithful to her mother, McDowell's recognition of the humiliations he suffered at the hands of his white employees is powerful and haunting. (Jan.)Kirkus Reviews
The background is rich but the core is hollow in this memoir depicting a young African-American woman's coming of age in the precivil rights South.McDowell (English and African-American Studies/Univ. of Virginia) weaves a web of memories that focus on her early childhood years in the black working-class community of Birmingham, Ala., known as the Pipe Shop. While providing sundry details about herself and her family, a complete portrait of these never emerges. What is most successfully defined here is the marked difference between the Pipe Shop of the '50s and '60s and the one McDowell returns to in the '90s, as she pursues a lawsuit involving asbestos poisoning that may have killed her father years earlier. Despite infidelities, illnesses, racial discrimination, and lapses in employment, the lives led in the Pipe Shop of McDowell's childhood were marked by steadiness and endurance. Compared with what the last two decades have wreaked on the American black family, it was, according to the author, a time of wholesome innocence. "Marijuana had not yet filtered into Pipe Shop. . . . In our adolescent minds, dope was right up there with `doing the nasty'—nice girls did neither, especially if they wanted to go to college and marry nice men." Thirty years later the town is no longer recognizable. Its aura of warmth and care has been replaced by desolation and haphazardness. With the decline of industry, most of the young people have left. The jobs done by black men—who were always underpaid and overlooked in promotions—are now done faster and better by new machinery. Those black males remaining in the Pipe Shop either deal drugs or live off their grandparents' Social Security checks.
But glimpses into McDowell's emotions are sparse, even when she recounts an illegal abortion. Somewhat satisfying as social history, this narrative is less successful as personal memoir.