Showing results by author "James McBride" in Literature & Fiction

In 1972, when workers in Pottstown, Pennsylvania, were digging the foundations for a new development, the last thing they expected to find was a skeleton at the bottom of a well. Who the skeleton was and how it got there were two of the long-held secrets kept by the residents of Chicken Hill, the dilapidated neighbourhood where immigrant Jews and African Americans lived side by side and shared ambitions and sorrows.

In the days before the Civil War, a runaway slave named Liz Spocott breaks free from her captors and escapes into the labyrinthine swamps of Maryland’s eastern shore, setting loose a drama of violence and hope among slave catchers, plantation owners, watermen, runaway slaves, and free blacks.

The year is 1969. In a housing project in south Brooklyn, a shambling old church deacon called Sportscoat shoots - for no apparent reason - the local drug-dealer who used to be part of the church's baseball team. The repercussions of that moment draw in the whole community, from Sportscoat's best friend - Hot Sausage - to the local Italian mobsters, the police (corrupt and otherwise), and the stalwart ladies of the Five Ends Baptist Church.

In Miracle at St. Anna, toward the end of World War II, four Buffalo Soldiers from the Army’s Negro 92nd Division find themselves separated from their unit and behind enemy lines. Risking their lives for a country in which they are treated with less respect than the enemy they are fighting, they discover humanity in the small Tuscan village of St. Anna di Stazzema—in the peasants who shelter them, in the unspoken affection of an orphaned child, in a newfound faith in fellow man. And even in the face of unspeakable tragedy, they—and we—learn to see the small miracles of life.

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Pottstown, Pennsylvania, 1972: Beim Ausheben der Fundamente für ein neues Baugebiet stoßen die Arbeiter am Grund eines Brunnens auf ein Skelett. Wem es gehörte und wie es dorthin kam, kann nur wissen, wer in den Zwanziger- und Dreißigerjahren in Chicken Hill gelebt hat, einem heruntergekommenen Viertel, in dem eingewanderte Juden und Afroamerikaner das Glück teilten ebenso wie die Sorgen. Es war auch das Viertel von Moshe und Chona Ludlow, die dort ein Theater und ein Lebensmittelgeschäft betrieben.