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Praise for James McBride's
Miracle at St. Anna
“McBride's descriptions of the almost unnavigable, myth-infested Apuane Alpsâterrain as beautiful as it is unbearableâare seething poetry. His reconstruction of historyâfrom Florentine politics and tribalism to marble quarrying and sculptureâare masterful. McBride's empathy for his fellow human is as affecting as the poetry of his prose. He makes his reader . . . feel the pain, terror, anguish, self-doubt of his characters. The book's central theme, its essence, is a celebration of the human capacity for love. Even in the course of virtually unbearable warfare and deprivation . . . people are able to touch each other, to care. That, McBride insists, is the enduring, immortal miracle of the human race, for all its imperfections.”
âThe Baltimore Sun
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“An outstanding novel about World War II inspired by the famous Buffalo Soldiers . . . so descriptive that I feel as though I'm an eyewitness to everything that happens emotionally on the frontline. The work provides us with a lesson not only about history but also about humanity and heroism.”
âThe Dallas Morning News
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“A miracle in its own rightâ¦McBride's prose is stunning. His ability to bring to life an actual historical event (the massacre at St. Anna and the famed Buffalo Soldiers of the 92nd Division) is a gift. . . . McBride is able to make it work, with the understanding that true miracles happen within ourselves.”
âRocky Mountain News
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“Great-hearted, hopeful, and deeply imaginative.”
âElle
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“McBride has taken a bold leap into fiction. [He] goes deep into each character and takes you with him. His rich description of the landscape . . . transports you into this world. It's a great piece of storytelling. I cried. I laughed. I hated finishing the book.”
âThe Albuquerque Tribune
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“A compelling novel. McBride combines elements of history, mythology and magical realism to make this a story about the little things like life and forgiveness and shared experience.”
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The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
“McBride has the enviable capacity to enlarge and complicate his readers' understanding of what it means to be human. McBride, who delivered a beautifully nuanced portrait of racial relations in his memoir,
The Color of Water
, brings the same humanity and understanding to his exploration of the complicated relationships between black soldiers and their white commanders in this novel.”
âBookPage
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Miracle at St. Anna
powerfully examines the horrors of history and finds an unexpected wealth of goodness and compassion in the human soul.”
âThe Star-Ledger
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“The miracles of survival, of love born in extremity, and of inexplicable âluck' are the subjects of this first novel. [
Miracle at St. Anna
] is true to the stark realities of racial politics yet has an eye to justice and hope.”
âLibrary Journal
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“Riveting.”
âNewsday
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“Roars ahead kicking and screaming to the finish, lightning-lit with rage and tenderness.”
âSan Francisco Chronicle
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“A powerful and emotional novel of black American soldiers fighting the German army in the mountains of Italy. This is a refreshingly ambitious story of men facing the enemy in front and racial prejudice behind. . . . Through his sharply drawn characters, McBride exposes racism, guilt, courage, revenge and forgiveness, with the soldiers confronting their own fear and rage in surprisingly personal ways at the decisive moment in their lives.”
âPublishers Weekly
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“A tale of hardship and horror as well as nobility andâyesâmiracles, during the Italian campaign in World War II.”
âPhiladelphia Daily News
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“World War II provides a dazzling backdrop for James McBride's first novel.”
âSavoy
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“A brutal and moving first novelâ¦McBride's heart is on his sleeve, but these days it looks just right.”
âKirkus Reviews
Praise for James McBride's
The Color of Water
A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother
Winner of the Anisfield-Wolf Book Award
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The Color of Water
[will] make you proud to be a member of the human race.”
âMirabella
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“Complex and moving . . . suffused with issues of race, religion and identity. Yet those issues, so much a part of their lives and stories, are not central. The triumph of the bookâand their livesâis that race and religion are transcended in these interwoven histories by family love, the sheer force of a mother's will and her unshakable insistence that only two things really mattered: school and church. . . . It is her voiceâunique, incisive, at once unsparing and ironicâthat is dominant in this paired history, and its richest contribution. . . . The two stories, son's and mother's, beautifully juxtaposed, strike a graceful note at a time of racial polarization.”
âThe New York Times Book Review
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“As lively as a novel, a well-written, thoughtful contribution to the literature on race.”
âThe Washington Post Book World
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“James McBride evokes his childhood trek across the great racial divide with the kind of power and grace that touches and uplifts all hearts.”
âBebe Moore Campbell
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“It's a story about keeping on and about not being a victim. It's a love story. . . . Much hilarity is mixed in with much sadness. As McBride describes the chaotic life in a family of fourteen, you can almost feel the teasing, the yelling, and the love. . . . The book is a delight, a goading, and an inspiration, worth your time and a few tears.”
âThe Sunday Denver Post
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“Incredibly moving . . . The author, his mother, and his siblings come across as utterly unique, heroic, fascinating people.”âJonathon Kozol
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“Inspiring.”
âGlamour
“Told with humor and clear-eyed grace . . . a terrific story. . . . The sheer strength of spirit, pain and humor of McBride and his mother as they wrestled with different aspects of race and identity is vividly told. . . . I laughed and thrilled to her brood of twelve kids . . . I wish I'd known them. I'm glad James McBride wrote it all down so I can.”
âThe Nation
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“Poignant . . . a uniquely American coming-of-age.”
âThe Miami Herald
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“A refreshing portrait of family self-discoveryâ¦brilliantly intertwine[s] passages of the family's lives . . . Mr. McBride's search is less about racial turmoil than about how he realizes how blessed he is to have had a support system in the face of what could have been insurmountable obstacles.”
âThe Dallas Morning News
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“James McBride has combined the techniques of memoirist and the oral historian to illuminate a hidden corner of race relations. The author and his mother are two American originals.”âSusan Brownmiller
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“Eye- and mind-opening about the eternal convolutions and paradoxes of race in America.”
âChicago Tribune
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“Remarkable . . . a page-turner, full of compassion, tremendous hardship and triumph . . . McBride's story is ultimately a celebration delivered with humor and pride.”
âEmerge
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“A wonderful story that goes beyond race . . . richly detailed . . . earthy, honest.”
âThe Baltimore Sun
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“Deeply moving.”
âThe Detroit News
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“Engrossing.”
âThe Cincinnati Enquirer
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Dedicated to
the men of the 92nd Infantry Division,
the people of Italy,
and the late Honorable James L. Watson
of Harlem, New York,
who epitomizes the best of both.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
This book is a work of fiction inspired by real events and real people. It draws upon the individual and collective experiences of black soldiers who served in the Serchio Valley and Apuane Alps of Italy during World War II. I have taken certain liberties with names, places, and geography, but what follows is real. It happens a thousand times in a thousand places to a thousand people. Yet we still manage to love one another, despite our best efforts to the contrary.
PROLOGUE
THE POST OFFICE
All the guy wanted was a twenty-cent stamp. That's all he wanted, but when he slid his dollar bill across the post office counter at Thirty-fourth Street in Manhattan, the diamond in the gold ring on his finger was so huge that postal clerk Hector Negron wanted to see whom the finger was connected to. Hector normally never looked at the faces of customers. In thirty years of working behind the window at the post office, he could think of maybe three customers whose faces he could actually remember, and two of them were relatives. One was his sister, whom he hadn't talked to in fourteen years. The other was his cousin from San Juan, who had been his first-grade teacher. Besides those two, the rest didn't count. They melded into the millions of New York schmucks who staggered to his window with a smile, hoping he would smile back, which he never did. People did not interest him anymore. He had lost his interest in them long ago, even before his wife died. But Hector loved rocks, especially the valuable ones. He'd played the numbers every
single day for the past thirty years, and he often fantasized about the kind of diamonds he would buy if he won. So when the man slid his dollar bill across the counter and asked for a stamp, Hector saw the huge rock on his finger and looked up, and when he did, his heart began to pound and he felt faint; he remembered the naked terror of the dark black mountain towns of Tuscany, the old walls, the pitch-black streets as tiny as alleyways, the stair-cases that appeared out of nowhere, the freezing, rainy nights when every stirring leaf sounded like a bomb dropping and the hooting of an owl made him piss in his pants. He saw beyond the man's face, but he saw the man's face, too. It was a face he would never forget.