cover image All Over But the Shoutin'

All Over But the Shoutin'

Rick Bragg. Pantheon Books, $26 (329pp) ISBN 978-0-679-44258-5

""A common condition of being poor white trash,"" explains New York Times correspondent Bragg on learning he won a Pulitzer Prize last year, is that ""you are always afraid that the good things in your life are temporary, that someone can take them away."" Having won that prize for stories about others, he tells his own here in a mixture of moving anecdotes and almost masochistic self-analysis. He brings alive his childhood of Southern poverty--his absentee father dead at 40, one brother scavenging coal for the family at nine, the other in and out of jail. Someone advised Bragg, ""[T]o tell a story right you have to lean the words against each other so that they don't all fall down,"" and his gift for language shines through every scene of violence and deprivation. If only he would let events speak for themselves, but all too often the tone falters and Bragg takes time out to excoriate some long-gone colleague and to pass out guilt badges. What saves this uneven, jolting narrative is his love and respect for his mother, who dragged him behind her as a toddler while she picked cotton in the fields. His ambition to buy her a house was realized last year: ""She never had a wedding ring, or a decent car, or even a set of furniture that matched. Or teeth that fit. But she had a home now... of her own."" (Sept.)