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Madewell Brown
By: Rick CollignonImprint: Unbridled Books
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As recorded in Rick Collignon’s second novel,
Perdido, a tall black man with one arm longer than
the other walked into Guadalupe, New Mexico one
morning about 50 years ago, stayed pretty much
to himself for seven years, and then walked back
out of town. No one knew who he was or what
became of him.
Now, as his last act, an old man named Ruffino
Trujillo tells his grown son Cipriano a story about
what became of the black man. After Ruffino’s
death, Cipriano discovers an old canvas bag
bearing the name of Madewell Brown. Inside are
a hand-carved doll, an old blanket, an unlabeled
photo of a Negro League baseball team, and a
small, yellowing envelope that was never posted.
Thinking it the least he can do, Cipriano mails the
letter. When it arrives in Cairo, Illinois, it comes
into the hands of a young woman named Rachael,
who believes it is from her lost grandfather. She
believes this because of all that she’s been told by
the raggedy old man who taught her everything:
Obie Poole, who was Madewell’s friend and the
orphaned Rachael’s anchor, the man who gives this
eloquent novel its authentic sense of history lived.
Drawn magically forward on Rick Collignon’s
direct and haunting prose, we follow Rachael to
Guadalupe in search of her own identity and we
watch as Cipriano tries to make sense of the story
his father told him about a dead man who didn’t
belong there.
This fourth installment in Collignon’s beloved
Guadalupe series is as magical as its predecessors,
as emotionally honest, as surprising — and it firmly
establishes Rick Collignon as a master American
storyteller.
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| Title of eBook: Madewell Brown | |
| Release Date: 05-01-2009 | |
| Publisher: Unbridled Books |
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| Parent title | Madewell Brown |
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| Encrypted (DRM) | Yes |
| SKU | 9781936071432 |
| File size | 2147 |
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Madewell Brown
Chapter One
South Cairo
Of all of them, Obie Poole was the only one who ever came back. At least that was what he would tell Rachael. But she had heard so many stories come from Obie's mouth over the years that, even after he was dead, she was never quite sure what was the truth or what was a tangle of lies.
"By the summer of 1954," he would tell her, his voice harsh from tobacco, his bald head nodding up and down, "we was all done in. By then Syville didn't have no legs left to speak of. His knee bones had been broke so many times that they'd been ground to jelly. And his ankles, well, they'd got so swelled up that they looked like ankles on an old, fat lady. And some of them others, like Slip Marcelle and Ollie Swan, they weren't much better. Their lungs so bad from all the dust they'd swallowed on those back roads that even the short run to first base would double them up with a hard fit of coughing.
"I tell you something," Obie would go on, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands together. "To this day, I don't know how it all fell apart on us. It seems like all those boys just drifted away until I was the only one left standing. I didn't have much to choose from, so I did the only thing I could. I took up clown ball. Yes sir, that's what I did. For five long, sorry years I stormed from one damn town to another. By then the coloreds had all moved on and left us behind. All that was stuck in their heads anyway was that Jackie Robinson. So the only ones who come out to watch us play the fool was white folks. They'd come out with their umbrellas and their sodie pops, dragging their little
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