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In her fiction, Danticat channels the voices of her native Haiti, where she and her brother were raised by her uncle Joseph until age 12, when she left to live in New York with her mother and father, whom she'd not seen in years. When she arrived, she was given, presciently, a typewriter, and keeping in mind the model of her beloved Uncle Joseph, a preacher, she took notes, organized her words. But unlike him, she's had opportunities to place her work in the public eye. Her new book, Brother, I'm Dying, her first major work of nonfiction, is a family memoir that she wrote "only because they can't."
In the memoir, Danticat recalls the three-paragraph monthly missives she received in Haiti from her father as "dispassionate . . . his way of avoiding a minefield, one he could have discharged from a distance without being able to comfort the victims." Danticat herself, similarly, disciplines her emotions, forcing them into lean prose to recount the harrowing confluence of events that befalls her in 2004: the death of her fatherwho worked as a taxi drivermere weeks after the birth of her daughter, and the disdain shown to her 81-year-old Uncle Joseph at a detention center in Miami in which he died days after arriving in America. Like her fiction, Brother reads with page-turning speed. She does not exploit cruelty. Rather, she seeds the book with hope and leavens it with folktale, a remedy with which her characters make sense of the incomprehensible.
Danticat shows herself following political events in Haiti during her girlhood in Brooklyn"Baby Doc" Duvalier's rise and fall, during which a cousin caught in between bullets was "frightened to death," and then Jean-Bertrand Aristide's rise and fall, during which "the army raided and torched houses and killed hundreds of my uncle's neighbors." Later, when neighbors drive her uncle out of Haiti and ultimately to his death, she observes: "His entire life was now reduced to an odd curiosity, a looting opportunity." A respected man, who sought to do good, slips away in a wig, only to end his days vomiting in shackles. With ample opportunity for fury, Danticat maintains her chin-up type of dignity, leaving the reader to froth for her.
If Danticat feels anger toward God, the government, the doctors, the neighborhood gangs who drove her uncle to seek asylum in the United States, she doesn't lose her cool. She comes across as a good girl, a worrier perhaps, not bitter or vengeful. But in the memoir these admirable qualities bring limitations and raise the question: How forthcoming is she being with the reader? Her reporting appears impeccable, but perhaps she does not yet have the emotional distance of time to examine the tumult that enveloped her. Perhaps the story is intended to be more about her father and uncle than about herselfbut isn't she the linchpin joining their story? (In 2004, her novel The Dew Breaker was published to wide acclaim, but it is never mentioned, nor is there much detail offered about her inner writing life throughout the chaos of events.) Perhaps she holds back with her family's pride in mind: They've been through enough. It's as if she's writing with the light turned down to ward off the sharp pain of reality. In her fiction, the light roams wide, fanning out across a life, burrowing into crevices of recollection.
Brother, I'm Dying leaves some crucial questions unanswered: What happened to Maxo, Uncle Joseph's son, who was also detained in Miami? Her parents' house burns down shortly after her father's deathwhat happens to her mother? Nevertheless, Danticat raises issues that many struggle with when examining a life: What are the consequences of moving far from home and family? Will you be there when a loved one is ill or dying? Will your loved ones see your ancestors in your newborn's face? And, in the end, how much do these moments matter to you? Or, as Danticat's brother says to their father once they know he is dying: "Have you enjoyed your life?"