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Chicago special-unit cops talk shop in a sure-footed sequel to What Cops Know (1990). While Fletcher (Journalism/Loyola Univ.) earlier covered the well-mapped territory of homicide, organized crime, etc., here she ventures into ``terra incognita''—the domain of the cops who work the Chicago special units of Bomb and Arson; Hostage/Barricaded/Terrorist; Crime Scene Investigation; Vice Control Section, Prostitution Unit; and Major Accident Investigation. As before, her family passport (her sister is a Windy City cop)—as well as trust earned by the first book—garners her access denied most writers, with these ``notoriously tight- lipped cops'' bending her ear with their troubles and tricks of the trade. Fletcher covers one unit per chapter, with each represented by eight or so officers, from street cops to lieutenants, who speak anonymously in short takes well-meshed for continuity and maximum drama. The talk is frank, informative (``You get into a tunnel vision thing when you get to a scene,'' one bomb-squad cop says), and full of rare detail (``Static electricity is the great danger in approaching a bomb,'' adds another, who explains that ``you can set a bomb off just by...having too much nylon on your body''). We learn that arson-squad cops wear steel-plated boots because ``when wood burns, it leaves the nails exposed''; that the majority of street walkers are ``gumps,'' or transvestites; that if a hostage- taker needs a phone to speak to the cops with, they'll provide one- -a Princess phone with a ``SMILE—HAVE A NICE DAY'' sticker on it; and that the ``Job'' is a tough, sometimes cruel career choice—and that not one cop Fletcher speaks to regrets having made it. Without the in-depth intensity of David Simon's Homicide (p. 527) and the confessional candor of Mark Baker's Cops (1985)—but, still, engaging, sometimes enthralling dispatches from behind the shield: a true-crime treat.

Pub Date: Jan. 2, 1992

ISBN: 0-679-40036-2

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Villard

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 1991

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WHEN BREATH BECOMES AIR

A neurosurgeon with a passion for literature tragically finds his perfect subject after his diagnosis of terminal lung cancer.

Writing isn’t brain surgery, but it’s rare when someone adept at the latter is also so accomplished at the former. Searching for meaning and purpose in his life, Kalanithi pursued a doctorate in literature and had felt certain that he wouldn’t enter the field of medicine, in which his father and other members of his family excelled. “But I couldn’t let go of the question,” he writes, after realizing that his goals “didn’t quite fit in an English department.” “Where did biology, morality, literature and philosophy intersect?” So he decided to set aside his doctoral dissertation and belatedly prepare for medical school, which “would allow me a chance to find answers that are not in books, to find a different sort of sublime, to forge relationships with the suffering, and to keep following the question of what makes human life meaningful, even in the face of death and decay.” The author’s empathy undoubtedly made him an exceptional doctor, and the precision of his prose—as well as the moral purpose underscoring it—suggests that he could have written a good book on any subject he chose. Part of what makes this book so essential is the fact that it was written under a death sentence following the diagnosis that upended his life, just as he was preparing to end his residency and attract offers at the top of his profession. Kalanithi learned he might have 10 years to live or perhaps five. Should he return to neurosurgery (he could and did), or should he write (he also did)? Should he and his wife have a baby? They did, eight months before he died, which was less than two years after the original diagnosis. “The fact of death is unsettling,” he understates. “Yet there is no other way to live.”

A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular clarity.

Pub Date: Jan. 19, 2016

ISBN: 978-0-8129-8840-6

Page Count: 248

Publisher: Random House

Review Posted Online: Sept. 30, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2015

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BETWEEN THE WORLD AND ME

NOTES ON THE FIRST 150 YEARS IN AMERICA

The powerful story of a father’s past and a son’s future.

Atlantic senior writer Coates (The Beautiful Struggle: A Father, Two Sons, and an Unlikely Road to Manhood, 2008) offers this eloquent memoir as a letter to his teenage son, bearing witness to his own experiences and conveying passionate hopes for his son’s life. “I am wounded,” he writes. “I am marked by old codes, which shielded me in one world and then chained me in the next.” Coates grew up in the tough neighborhood of West Baltimore, beaten into obedience by his father. “I was a capable boy, intelligent and well-liked,” he remembers, “but powerfully afraid.” His life changed dramatically at Howard University, where his father taught and from which several siblings graduated. Howard, he writes, “had always been one of the most critical gathering posts for black people.” He calls it The Mecca, and its faculty and his fellow students expanded his horizons, helping him to understand “that the black world was its own thing, more than a photo-negative of the people who believe they are white.” Coates refers repeatedly to whites’ insistence on their exclusive racial identity; he realizes now “that nothing so essentialist as race” divides people, but rather “the actual injury done by people intent on naming us, intent on believing that what they have named matters more than anything we could ever actually do.” After he married, the author’s world widened again in New York, and later in Paris, where he finally felt extricated from white America’s exploitative, consumerist dreams. He came to understand that “race” does not fully explain “the breach between the world and me,” yet race exerts a crucial force, and young blacks like his son are vulnerable and endangered by “majoritarian bandits.” Coates desperately wants his son to be able to live “apart from fear—even apart from me.”

This moving, potent testament might have been titled “Black Lives Matter.” Or: “An American Tragedy.”

Pub Date: July 8, 2015

ISBN: 978-0-8129-9354-7

Page Count: 176

Publisher: Spiegel & Grau

Review Posted Online: May 6, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2015

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