Crime
Destination: Washington, D.C.
Our famously divided capital has produced novels about white people in power and novels about everyone else. Explore the best of both worlds with Henry Adams and George Pelecanos.
It’s a commonplace to say there are two Washingtons. But D.C. isn’t special in that regard. There are two of most Southern cities, so I gather. The difference is, in Washington, the white people — at least, the white people who run things — tend to come from someplace else. Among them, it has always been fashionable to think of Washington as a kind of hardship posting.
This colonial mentality produces two kinds of fiction. There is what’s generally known as the Washington novel, about said white people. And then there’s what you might call the D.C. novel, about everybody else.
Most so-called Washington novels are short on local history or geography. As a rule, the children of officialdom are taught to pretend the city isn’t there. They love it, of course, the way a monkey in the zoo loves its wire-and-carpeting mom — because it’s there. But it’s a doubtful, embarrassed kind of love.
Henry Adams, a Bostonian who started visiting Washington in 1850, when he was 12, records this feeling in his autobiography, “The Education of Henry Adams” (1907). He can’t explain why he loves this place the grown-ups despise: “The May sunshine and shadow had something to do with it; the thickness of foliage and the heavy smells had more; the sense of atmosphere, almost new, had perhaps as much again; and the brooding indolence of a warm climate and a negro population hung in the atmosphere heavier than the catalpas.”
I remember the first time I read this sentence — I was 15, it was summer, the catalpas were stinking — because even though I grew up in the District, and so had my father before me, I’d never read or heard anyone mention that the city had any physical charm to speak of, only that it was hot.
Adams grew up to write — anonymously — what is still the great Washington novel, “Democracy” (1880). The heroine, a young society widow named Madeleine Lee, falls under the spell of a powerful Illinois senator with a shady past. If you’re going to read one novel about improper campaign contributions, read “Democracy.” Readers who know Adams through “Education” and his histories won’t recognize him here. “Democracy” is what might have happened if his friend Henry James could have survived an Inaugural Ball, or if Isabel Archer read the paper. In fact, Madeleine and Isabel share a biographical source in Adams’ wife, Clover. (Many readers suspected her of writing the book.)
Washington novels haven’t changed much since the second Grant administration. They all promise the same thing: to show us how influence really works. There has never been a Washington novel of ideas. These are books about careers, money and sex — usually in that order.
Sometimes sex comes second, of course. Take, for example, Gore Vidal’s “Washington, D.C.” (1967), a multigenerational orgy of depravity set during the 1940s and ’50s in “the estates that ringed the city, the Italianate palaces on Massachusetts Avenue, the small restored houses in the Georgetown slums which had lately become fashionable,” a world Vidal knows from growing up there.
“Washington, D.C.” traces the rise of the handsome, amoral Clay Overbury, who is destined to be the first media president. (JFK’s name is never mentioned.) As Overbury casually claws his way to the top, other thinly veiled public figures betray their wives and husbands, pimp their daughters, sleep with their siblings and sell out their best friends. Vidal’s Washington is camp on the level of the Capitol Dome or the Washington Monument at cherry blossom time — grand, absurd and disarmingly alive.
There are only a few degrees of separation between these characters and those of every other Washington novel, including “Democracy.” (In fact, one of Vidal’s characters claims Adams for a family friend.) As a rule, novels about the rest of white Washington don’t overlap this way. They tend to the microscopic. So there are Georgetown novels (Larry McMurtry’s 1982 “Cadillac Jack,” William Peter Blatty’s 1971 “The Exorcist”), Dupont Circle novels (Andrew Holleran’s 2006 “Grief,” Paul Kafka’s 2001 “Dupont Circle”), Cleveland Park novels, etc. Even the Nowheresville of Friendship Heights has “Chilly Scenes of Winter” (1976) — Ann Beattie’s irresistible first novel — which is probably more than it deserves.
Then there are the linked story collections of Edward P. Jones, “Lost in the City” (1992) and “All Aunt Hagar’s Children” (2006), which stretch across a large swath of black Washington, from downtown Northeast and Southwest to Anacostia (neighborhoods gentrified or gentrifying out of existence). As far as I know, nobody has written such deep or serious short stories about growing up black in the District — about growing up in D.C., period.
The city does have at least one great coming-of-age novel, however. “The Man Who Loved Children” (1940), by Christina Stead, gave the world Sam Pollit, his wife, Henny, and their four children — one of the most convincingly crazy families in American fiction. By day Sam is a minor bureaucrat, a member of the seersuckered hordes employed by Roosevelt’s New Deal. After hours, he’s a baby-talking tyrant obsessed with eugenics and dreams of a new world order — which will begin at home, with his kids as its future rulers. This is the Sam Pollit we get to know through the eyes of his awkward teenage daughter, Louie, who’s starting to see him for the monster he is.
“The Man Who Loved Children” may be Washington’s one forgotten classic — a status slightly complicated by the fact that Stead grew up in New South Wales (and never even tried to master the local dialect: her characters talk pure Australian). And yet she nails the place, nails everything she describes. A breeze is “still brittle, not fully leaved,” a summer memory fixes on “hot, washed windows of dressmakers and the tasseled curtains of a club, the dormant steps of little night bars.”
One generation of writers after another rediscovers “The Man Who Loved Children,” from Robert Lowell and Randall Jarrell to Jonathan Franzen. If it never stays discovered, it’s only because Louie’s childhood is so ridiculously miserable and true to life.
Although he too is overlooked and underrated, crime writer George Pelecanos has the advantage of being fun to read. I save him for last because he’s the one novelist I know who has made it his business to chronicle the city as a whole. Over the course of 12 books, and as many murder investigations (most recently “The Night Gardener”), Pelecanos has traced the history of D.C. since World War II, when the papers first christened the city “Murder Capital.”
Pelecanos takes the convention of the salt-and-pepper detectives seriously — he gets at what it’s really like, and why it’s really complicated, for blacks and whites to share each other’s space in the District. And his books chart the disappearance of this shared space — to white flight, poverty, black flight and gentrification. Pelecanos writes with fetishistic attention to real-life details, as if he expected lunch counters, record shops and nightclubs to be rebuilt from his descriptions. Sometimes the main point of an interrogation seems to be getting his reader inside a favorite local bar — back when it was still good. Sometimes his characters launch into earnest mini-lectures on the crack epidemic of the ’80s, or a history of hardcore or go-go — the way a Balzac character will launch into an outline of paper manufacture when he’s supposed to be proposing marriage — but this should only recommend Pelecanos to visitors who want to see beyond the Capitol and the Mall, who want to notice more than the heat.
Lorin Stein lives in Manhattan. More Lorin Stein.
Alleged gunman’s GOP pal
Updated: The neo-Nazi who allegedly killed five people was once praised as a "true patriot" by Russell Pearce
A police officer walks with a man who said he had a child inside of the home where five people were shot Wednesday, May 2, 2012 in Gilbert, Ariz. (Credit: AP Photo/Matt York) [UPDATE BELOW]
Less than a month after Russell Pearce crowed at a Gilbert, Ariz., Tea Party meeting that Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney’s “immigration policy is identical to mine” — a brash claim that Republican operatives scrambled to explain — the self-proclaimed Tea Party president and architect of Arizona’s punitive immigration law might now be scrambling himself. Pearce has previously praised J.T. Ready, the alleged gunman in Wednesday’s tragic killing of five people in the same Phoenix suburb.
Continue Reading CloseJeff Biggers, the author most recently of "Reckoning at Eagle Creek: The Secret Legacy of Coal in the Heartland," is currently at work on a new book on Arizona politics and history. More Jeff Biggers.
Is this man a terrorist?
Francis Grady is accused of trying to burn down an abortion clinic, but the feds haven't charged him with terrorism
Francis Grady (Credit: Outagamie County Sheriff's Dept.) On Tuesday, 50-year-old Francis Grady pleaded not guilty to trying to burn down a Planned Parenthood in Grand Chute, Wis., on April 1. Earlier this month, however, during his first court appearance, Grady sang a different tune, telling the U.S. district judge he did it because “they’re killing babies there.”
An open and shut case of domestic terrorism for the state, it would seem. But curiously Grady is not facing any domestic terrorism charges, once again raising the question of whether the FBI and U.S. Attorneys’ Offices apply terrorism laws equally when prosecuting ideologically motivated crimes. While Islamists and animal rights and environmental activists regularly spend years behind bars under terrorism sentences, antiabortion criminals are seldom punished as severely. Grady, it would seem, is the latest antiabortion activist accused of a crime that would be harshly punished if, say, he had done it in the name of Allah or Mother Earth.
Continue Reading CloseMatthew Harwood is a journalist based in Alexandria, Va. His work has appeared in the Columbia Journalism Review, the Guardian, Reason, Truthout, and the Washington Monthly. Follow him on Twitter @mharwood31 More Matthew Harwood.
21st century chain gangs
The rebirth of prison labor foretells a disturbing future for America's "free market" capitalism
(Credit: AP/Matt York) Sweatshop labor is back with a vengeance. It can be found across broad stretches of the American economy and around the world. Penitentiaries have become a niche market for such work. The privatization of prisons in recent years has meant the creation of a small army of workers too coerced and right-less to complain.
Prisoners, whose ranks increasingly consist of those for whom the legitimate economy has found no use, now make up a virtual brigade within the reserve army of the unemployed whose ranks have ballooned along with the U.S. incarceration rate. The Corrections Corporation of America and G4S (formerly Wackenhut), two prison privatizers, sell inmate labor at subminimum wages to Fortune 500 corporations like Chevron, Bank of America, AT&T and IBM.
Continue Reading CloseSteve Fraser is working on a book about the two gilded ages. He is the author of, among other works, the just published "Wall Street: America's Dream Palace." He is Editor-at-Large of New Labor Forum magazine. More Steve Fraser.
Joshua B. Freeman teaches history at Queens College and the Graduate Center of the City University of New York and is affiliated with its Joseph S. Murphy Labor Institute. His forthcoming book, "American Empire," will be the final volume of the Penguin History of the United States. More Joshua B. Freeman.
America’s expensive sex offenders
Ballooning costs are making states rethink laws that would keep these criminals in civil detention for life
The 300-bed Virginia Center for Behavioral Rehabilitation in Burkeville, Va., Tuesday June 29, 2010. Virginia's program for indefinitely containing those considered sexually violent predators is facing a more than $26 million budget shortfall over the next two years (Credit: AP/Dena Potter) In February, a Minnesota judicial panel ordered the release of 64-year-old Clarence Opheim, a convicted child molester who had served nearly 20 years in the Minnesota Security Hospital in St. Peter.
Before being committed to St. Peter, Opheim had served a five-year prison sentence for molesting an 11-year-old boy. (He also has admitted to molesting nearly 30 other children.) He is currently the only sex offender to ever be successfully released from the state’s Sex Offender Program.
The historic significance of the moment, however, was lost on many residents of Golden Valley, Minn.
Continue Reading CloseHannah Rappleye is a freelance reporter based in Brooklyn, NY. Her work has appeared on MSNBC.com, The New York Post, the Wall Street Journal, and the Mail & Guardian. She welcomes comments from readers. More Hannah Rappleye.
When “stand your ground” fails
John McNeil killed a white man who assaulted him on his property. But, unlike George Zimmerman, he's serving life
George Zimmerman and John McNeil (Credit: AP) As the shooting death of Trayvon Martin and the failure of authorities to arrest his killer, George Zimmerman, continues to grab headlines, many conservatives and gun rights advocates insist that race has nothing to do with it. Some have also rallied to the defense of Florida’s “stand your ground” law, the self-defense legislation under which Zimmerman was able to avoid arrest. Yet not all stand your ground claims are so successful. Not too far from Sanford, Fla., a black man named John McNeil is serving a life sentence for shooting Brian Epp, a white man who trespassed and attacked him at his home in Georgia, another stand your ground state.
It all began in early 2005, when McNeil and his wife, Anita, hired Brian Epp’s construction company to build a new house in Cobb County, Ga. The McNeils testified that Epp was difficult to work with, which led to heated confrontations. They eventually decided to close on the house early to rid their lives of Epp, whom they found increasingly threatening. At the closing, both parties agreed that Epp would have 10 days to complete the work, after which he would stay away from the property, but he failed to keep up his end of the bargain.
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