Strength in What Remains by Tracy Kidder (English) Paperback Book

Description: Strength in What Remains by Tracy Kidder Kidder breaks new ground in telling this unforgettable story of one mans inspiring American journey and of the ordinary people who helped him, providing brilliant testament to the power of second chances. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY:Los Angeles Times • San Francisco Chronicle •Chicago Tribune • The Christian Science Monitor • Publishers WeeklyIn Strength in What Remains, Tracy Kidder gives us the story of one mans inspiring American journey and of the ordinary people who helped him, providing brilliant testament to the power of second chances. Deo arrives in the United States from Burundi in search of a new life. Having survived a civil war and genocide, he lands at JFK airport with two hundred dollars, no English, and no contacts. He ekes out a precarious existence delivering groceries, living in Central Park, and learning English by reading dictionaries in bookstores. Then Deo begins to meet the strangers who will change his life, pointing him eventually in the direction of Columbia University, medical school, and a life devoted to healing. Kidder breaks new ground in telling this unforgettable story as he travels with Deo back over a turbulent life and shows us what it means to be fully human.NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Named one of the Top 10 Nonfiction Books of the year by Time • Named one of the years "10 Terrific Reads" by O: The Oprah Magazine "Extraordinarily stirring . . . a miracle of human courage."—The Washington Post "Absorbing . . . a story about survival, about perseverance and sometimes uncanny luck in the face of hell on earth. . . . It is just as notably about profound human kindness."—The New York Times "Important and beautiful . . . This book is one you wont forget."—Portland Oregonian Author Biography Tracy Kidder graduated from Harvard and studied at the University of Iowa. He has won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, the Robert F. Kennedy Award, and many other literary prizes. The author of Mountains Beyond Mountains, My Detachment, Home Town, Old Friends, Among Schoolchildren, House, and The Soul of a New Machine, Kidder lives in Massachusetts and Maine. Review Praise for Tracy Kidders Strength In What Remains"That 63-year-old Tracy Kidder may have just written his finest work -- indeed, one of the truly stunning books Ive read this year -- is proof that the secret to memorable nonfiction is so often the writers readiness to be surprised. Deos experience can feel like this eras version of the Ellis Island migration. Deo is propelled, so often, by pure will, and his victories…summon a feeling of restored confidence in human nature and American opportunity. Then we plunge into hell. Having only glimpses of Deos past, we suddenly get a full-blown portrait. Kidders rendering of what Deo endured and survived just before he boarded the plane for New York is one of the most powerful passages of modern nonfiction." –Ron Suskind, The New York Time Book Review "Kidder tells Deos story with characteristic skill and sensitivity in a complex narrative that moves back and forth through time to build a richly layered portrait. One of the pleasures of reading Kidder is that sooner or later, in most of his books, someone puts us in mind of the closing lines from ``Middlemarch: ``For the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs."–Boston Globe"A tale of unspeakable barbarism and unshakeable strength." –Time Magazine"It is a mark of the skill and empathy of Mr. Kidder, a Pulitzer Prize-winning author, that he makes Deos story come alive believably–as the experience of a real individual–and avoids…the usual tropes of a triumph-of-the- human-spirit tale. [T]he book encourages a general hope that individuals can transcend even the greatest horrors."–Wall Street Journal"Strength in What Remains" builds in magnitude and poignancy. It is moving without being uplifting, because Kidder has the intelligence to avoid any hint of the saccharine within its pages." –Chicago Tribune"[Tracy Kidders] kind of literary journalism…involves seeing the world through the eyes of those he writes about; not judging them, simply presenting them as they move through life… Kidder is one of the best, if not the best, at it, garnering a Pulitzer, a National Book Award and generations of grateful readers." –Susan Salter Reynolds, The Los Angeles Times"In its sober ability to astonish, this may well be Tracy Kidders best book."–Cleveland Plain Dealer "Tracy Kidders new book "Strength in What Remains" is...a narrative infused with a broad, universal appeal and occasional touches of brilliance. He offers us fine prose, complex characters, and realistic portrayals. Deos resilience, his struggle to overcome adversity strikes a chord in all of us. His story reaffirms our hope that one person can make a difference... [T]his book is one not to be missed. –Seattle TimesTracy Kidder is probably one of the few authors alive who can craft a narrative from the extremes of despair and hope and make it work beautifully. Kidder is a master of creative nonfiction, employing both journalistic and novelistic techniques to tell a true story, compellingly. –Steve Weinberg, Raleigh News & Observer"With an anthropologists eye and a novelists pen, Pulitzer Prize—winning Kidder (Mountains Beyond Mountains) recounts the story of Deo, the Burundian former medical student turned American émigré at the center of this strikingly vivid story…. This profoundly gripping, hopeful and crucial testament is a work of the utmost skill, sympathy and moral clarity."–Publishers Weekly ( starred review)"A tale of ethnocide, exile and healing by a master of narrative nonfiction…. Terrifying at turns, but tremendously inspiring…a key document in the growing literature devoted to postgenocidal justice." –Kirkus Reviews"Read this book, and its one that you will not likely forget. The story of a journey, classical in its way, but contemporary and very modern in its details. Its written with such simplicity and lucidity that it transcends the moment and becomes as powerful and compelling as those journeys of myth." –Jonathan Harr, author of A Civil Action and The Lost Painting"The reporting is impeccable, but its Kidders great feat of sympathetic imagination that dazzles. Walk a mile in Deos shoes; your world will be larger and darker for it."–William Finnegan, author of Cold New World and Crossing the Line"The journey of Deo achieves mythic importance in Tracy Kidders expert hands." –Adrian Nicole LeBlanc, author of Random Family"Tracy Kidders Strength in What Remains is a tour de force. Inspiring. Moving. Gripping. Deos story is remarkable, stunning really. His journey is the story of our times, one that keeps the rest of us from forgetting. This book will stir the conscience and resurrect your faith in the human spirit." –Alex Kotlowitz, author of There Are No Children Here"Believe me, at the end of this riveting narrative, your eyes will not be dry." –Adam Hochschild, author of King Leopolds Ghost Review Quote Praise for Tracy Kidders Strength In What Remains "That 63-year-old Tracy Kidder may have just written his finest work -- indeed, one of the truly stunning books Ive read this year -- is proof that the secret to memorable nonfiction is so often the writers readiness to be surprised. Deos experience can feel like this eras version of the Ellis Island migration. Deo is propelled, so often, by pure will, and his victories…summon a feeling of restored confidence in human nature and American opportunity. Then we plunge into hell. Having only glimpses of Deos past, we suddenly get a full-blown portrait. Kidders rendering of what Deo endured and survived just before he boarded the plane for New York is one of the most powerful passages of modern nonfiction." Ron Suskind, The New York Time Book Review "Kidder tells Deos story with characteristic skill and sensitivity in a complex narrative that moves back and forth through time to build a richly layered portrait. One of the pleasures of reading Kidder is that sooner or later, in most of his books, someone puts us in mind of the closing lines from Middlemarch: For the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs." Boston Globe "A tale of unspeakable barbarism and unshakeable strength." Time Magazine "It is a mark of the skill and empathy of Mr. Kidder, a Pulitzer Prize-winning author, that he makes Deos story come alive believablyas the experience of a real individualand avoids…the usual tropes of a triumph-of-the- human-spirit tale. [T]he book encourages a general hope that individuals can transcend even the greatest horrors." Wall Street Journal "Strength in What Remains" builds in magnitude and poignancy. It is moving without being uplifting, because Kidder has the intelligence to avoid any hint of the saccharine within its pages." Chicago Tribune "[Tracy Kidders] kind of literary journalism…involves seeing the world through the eyes of those he writes about; not judging them, simply presenting them as they move through life… Kidder is one of the best, if not the best, at it, garnering a Pulitzer, a National Book Award and generations of grateful readers." Susan Salter Reynolds, The Los Angeles Times "In its sober ability to astonish, this may well be Tracy Kidders best book." Cleveland Plain Dealer "Tracy Kidders new book "Strength in What Remains" is...a narrative infused with a broad, universal appeal and occasional touches of brilliance. He offers us fine prose, complex characters, and realistic portrayals. Deos resilience, his struggle to overcome adversity strikes a chord in all of us. His story reaffirms our hope that one person can make a difference... [T]his book is one not to be missed. Seattle Times Tracy Kidder is probably one of the few authors alive who can craft a narrative from the extremes of despair and hope and make it work beautifully. Kidder is a master of creative nonfiction, employing both journalistic and novelistic techniques to tell a true story, compellingly. Steve Weinberg, Raleigh News & Observer "With an anthropologists eye and a novelists pen, Pulitzer Prize-winning Kidder ( Mountains Beyond Mountains ) recounts the story of Deo, the Burundian former medical student turned American migr at the center of this strikingly vivid story…. This profoundly gripping, hopeful and crucial testament is a work of the utmost skill, sympathy and moral clarity." Publishers Weekly ( starred review) "A tale of ethnocide, exile and healing by a master of narrative nonfiction…. Terrifying at turns, but tremendously inspiring…a key document in the growing literature devoted to postgenocidal justice." Kirkus Reviews "Read this book, and its one that you will not likely forget. The story of a journey, classical in its way, but contemporary and very modern in its details. Its written with such simplicity and lucidity that it transcends the moment and becomes as powerful and compelling as those journeys of myth." Jonathan Harr, author of A Civil Action and The Lost Painting "The reporting is impeccable, but its Kidders great feat of sympathetic imagination that dazzles. Walk a mile in Deos shoes; your world will be larger and darker for it." William Finnegan, author of Cold New World and Crossing the Line "The journey of Deo achieves mythic importance in Tracy Kidders expert hands." Adrian Nicole LeBlanc, author of Random Family "Tracy Kidders Strength in What Remains is a tour de force. Inspiring. Moving. Gripping. Deos story is remarkable, stunning really. His journey is the story of our times, one that keeps the rest of us from forgetting. This book will stir the conscience and resurrect your faith in the human spirit." Alex Kotlowitz, author of There Are No Children Here "Believe me, at the end of this riveting narrative, your eyes will not be dry." Adam Hochschild, author of King Leopolds Ghost From the Hardcover edition. Discussion Question for Reading Group Guide 1. Tracy Kidder gets his title, Strength in What Remains , from a poem by William Wordsworth; the passage is included at the beginning of the book. What did the poem mean to you before reading Strength in What Remains ? Did the meaning of the poem change after you read the book? If so, how? 2. While making his escape to the United States, Deo views New York as a land of promise and opportunity. But when he is first in New York, living in Harlem and then Central Park, he feels lonelier than ever before. He thinks, "It was clear that to be a New Yorker could mean so many things that it meant practically nothing at all" (p. 32). What does he mean by this? How does his opinion of New York-- and thus the United States-- change over the course of the book? 3. Deo realizes that he is in the "bottom to that near- bottom" (p. 22) of the social hierarchy in New York, yet he makes certain that no one observes him entering Central Park at a late hour, as he does not want to be labeled homeless. What do these two facts, along with his initial struggles to adjust to and learn about urban American life, tell you about Deos character? Can you imagine yourself feeling as he does or do you think his reaction is simply "Burundian"? 4. Kidder writes, "When Deo first told me about his beginnings in New York, I had a simple thought: I would not have survived " (p. 161). Do you think you could have survived what Deo survived? Why or why not? 5. How do Deos experiences on the run in Burundi compare to his experiences in New York City? What are the common themes? How do the dangers differ? How does human compassion figure in these two journeys? 6. From the moment Deo arrives in New York, he finds people who are willing to help him. Discuss the ways in which Muhammad the baggage handler, Sharon, Nancy and Charlie, and James OMalley helped Deo get on his feet. What do you think it was about Deo that compelled these people to help him? What was it about them? Would he have survived without them? 7. Paul Farmer is another person who has had a large influence on Deo. Describe Deos relationship with Farmer and the ways in which they change each others lives. 8. While a student at Columbia, Deo recalls that in Burundi, he "had seen people pushed away from hospitals, not only when they had no money, but sometimes just because they were dirty and smelled bad. Now news that a relative was ill would keep him worrying for days, imagining that his mother or a sibling might even now be receiving such treatment" (p. 109). What does this statement tell you about Deos thoughts and goals while studying biochemistry at Columbia? Why do you think Deo maintained this perspective? How does this sentiment complement, reflect, or contrast with the views and concerns of Paul Farmer or of Partners in Health? 9. While Deo is working with Farmer and Joia Mukherjee at Partners in Health in Boston, Joia remarks, "Offensive things are so offensive to him. Understandably. Its just like he has no skin. Everything just penetrates so much" (p. 156). What does Joia mean by this? Do her words ring true? 10. Throughout his life, Deo struggles to trust himself, other people, and even God. As he tours Columbia with Kidder in 2006, he says, "I do believe in God. I think God has given so much power to people, and intelligence, and said, Well, you are on your own. Maybe Im tired, I need a nap. You are mature. Why dont you look after yourselves? And I think hes been sleeping too much" (p. 186). Discuss this quote in relation to Deos views on faith. 11. The power of memory is a theme that runs throughout the book. In the Introduction, Deo explains that people in the Western world try to remember the tragedies of their pasts, while people in Burundi try to forget them. Trace Deos evolution as he journeys from Burundi to Rwanda to the United States and back again, focusing on the changing role memory plays in his life. 12. Joia makes an interesting point about how different people deal with horrible experiences like genocide. Her own father, having survived massacres during the partition of India, refused to talk about what he saw. Instead, he lived a life of hypochondria, always fearing that death was just around the corner. Deo eventually "let it spew out all the time" (p. 157), while an Auschwitz survivor Kidder meets also chose silence until he reached old age. The survivor tells Kidder, "The problem is, once you start talking its very difficult to stop. Its almost impossible to stop" (p. 160). Discuss the values and weaknesses of each coping strategy. Do you think we have control over how we process our memories and guilt? 13. Toward the end of the book, as Kidder reflects on what he has seen and learned through Deo, he thinks about the value of "flush[ing] out and dissect[ing] ones memories" (as Westerners are prone to do) and wonders whether there is such a thing as "too much remembering, that too much of it could suffocate a person, and indeed a culture" (p. 248). After reading Deos story, what do you think? Do you agree that "there was something to be said for a culture with a word like gusimbura " (p. 248)? Why or why not? 14. In Burundi, village elders would say, "When too much is too much or too bad is too bad, we laugh as if it was too good" (p. 36). What does this saying mean? How can it be applied to Deos upbringing? How does its meaning affect Deos views, particularly toward American life? 15. Deo relates that in Burundi, peoples names tell stories, or serve as social commentary about the circumstances of the persons birth or social position. These names, he says, are amazina yikuzo, "names for growth" (p. 34). Why is this concept so important in Burundian society? Are the names of the Burundian individuals to whom Kidder introduces us accurate? 16. Against his familys wishes, Deo returns to Burundi often after his initial escape. Why does he go back so many times? Discuss the relationship he has with the people of his country, and why he tells Kidder that no matter how tempting, he cannot "reject all the obli - gations of family, and even of affection, and . . . become a loner in the world, never setting foot in ones old life" (p. 208). 17. When Deo was first in New York, Kidder writes, "He told himself, No one is in control of his own life " (p. 164). Do you believe no one is in control of his own life? Do you think Deo believes it, at the end of Kidders book? 18. Deo accomplishes the seemingly impossible, working with Paul Farmer and Partners in Health to set up his dream clinic in Kigutu in 2008. The clinic has become "a place of reconciliation for everyone, including [Deo]." As he tells a woman who comes to the clinic and apologizes to him for what he assumes is violence against his family during the war: "What happened happened. Lets work on the clinic. Lets put this tragedy behind us, because remembering is not going to benefit anyone" (p. 259). How does Deo reach this point in his life? What do you think is next for him? Excerpt from Book Part One, Flights Chapter One Bujumbura-NewYork, May 1994 On the outskirts of the capital, Bujumbura, there is a small international airport. It has a modern terminal with intricate roofs and domed metal structures that resemble astronomical observatories. It is the kind of terminal that seems designed to say that here you leave the past behind, the future has arrived, behold the wonders of aviation. But in Burundi in 1994, for the lucky few with tickets, an airplane was just the fastest, safest way out. It was flight. In the spring of that year, violence and chaos governed Burundi. To the west, the hills above Bujumbura were burning. Smoke seemed to be pouring off the hills, as the winds of mid-May carried the plumes of smoke downward in undulating sheets, in the general direction of the airport. A large passenger jet was parked on the tarmac, and a disordered crowd was heading toward it in sweaty haste. Deo felt as if he were being carried by the crowd, immersed in an unfamiliar river. The faces around him were mostly white, and though many were black or brown, there was no one whom he recognized, and so far as he could tell there were no country people. As a little boy, he had crouched behind rocks or under trees the first times hed seen airplanes passing overhead. He had never been so close to a plane before. Except for buildings in the capital, this was the largest man-made thing hed ever seen. He mounted the staircase quickly. Only when he had entered the plane did he let himself look back, staring from inside the doorway as if from a hiding place again. In Deos mind, there was danger everywhere. If his heightened sense of drama was an inborn trait, it had certainly been nourished. For months every situation had in fact been dangerous. Climbing the stairs a moment before, he had imagined a voice in his head telling him not to leave. But now he stared at the hills and he imagined that everything in Burundi was burning. Burundi had become hell. He finally turned away, and stepped inside. In front of him were cushioned chairs with clean white cloths draped over their backs, chairs in perfect rows with little windows on the ends. This was the most nicely appointed room hed ever seen. It looked like paradise compared to everything outside. If it was real, it couldnt last. The plane was packed, but he felt entirely alone. He had a seat by a window. Something told him not to look out, and something told him to look. He did both. His hands were shaking. He felt he was about to vomit. Everyone had heard stories of planes being shot down, not only the Rwandan presidents plane back in April but others as well. He was waiting for this to happen after the plane took off. For several long minutes, whenever he glanced out the window all he saw was smoke. When the air cleared and he could see the landscape below, he realized that they must already have crossed the Akanyaru River, which meant they had left Burundi and were now above Rwanda. He had crossed a lot of the land down there on foot. It wasnt all that small. To see it transformed into a tiny piece of time and space-this could only happen in a dream. He gazed down, face pressed against the windowpane. Plumes of smoke were also rising from the ground of what he took to be Rwanda-if anything, more smoke than around Bujumbura. A lot of it was coming from the banks of muddy-looking rivers. He thought, "People are being slaughtered down there." But those sights didnt last long. When he realized he wasnt seeing smoke anymore, he took his face away from the window and felt himself begin to relax, a long-forgotten feeling. He liked the cushioned chair. He liked the sensation of flight. How wonderful to travel in an easy chair instead of on foot. He began to realize how constricted his intestines and stomach had felt, as if wound into knots for months on end, as the tightness seeped away. Maybe the worst was over now, or maybe he was just in shock. "I dont really know where Im going," he thought. But if there was to be no end to this trip, that would be all right. A memory from world history class surfaced. Maybe he was like that man who got lost and discovered America. He craned his neck and looked upward through the window. There was nothing but darkening blue. He looked down and realized just how high above the ground he was seated. "Imagine if this plane crashes," he thought. "That would be awful." Then he said to himself, "I dont care. It would be a good death." For the moment, he was content with that thought, and with everything around him. The only slightly troubling thing was the absence of French in the cabin. He knew for a fact-hed been taught it was so since elementary school-that French was the universal language, and universal because it was the best of all languages. He knew Russians owned this plane. Only Aeroflot, hed been told, was still offering commercial flights from Bujumbura. So it wasnt strange that all the signs in the cabin were in a foreign script. But he couldnt find a single word written in French, even on the various cards in the seat pocket. The plane landed in Entebbe, in Uganda. As he waited in the terminal for his next flight, Deo watched what looked like a big family make a fuss over a young man about his age, a fellow passenger as it turned out. When the flight started to board, the whole bunch around this boy began weeping and wailing. The young man was wiping tears from his eyes as he walked toward the plane. Probably he was just going away on a trip. Probably he would be coming back soon. In his mind, Deo spoke to the young man: "You are in tears. For what? Here you have this huge crowd of family." He felt surprised, as if by a distant memory, that there were, after all, many small reasons for people to cry. His own mind kept moving from one extreme to another. Everything was a crisis, and nothing that wasnt a crisis mattered. He thought that if he were as lucky as that boy and still had that much family left, he wouldnt be crying. For that matter, be wouldnt be boarding airplanes, leaving his country behind. Deo had grown up barefoot in Burundi, but for a peasant boy he had done well. He was twenty-four. Until recently he had been a medical student, for three years at or near the top of his class. In his old faux-leather suitcase, which he had reluctantly turned over to the baggage handler in the airport in Bujumbura, he had packed some of the evidence of his success: the French dictionary that elementary school teachers gave only to prized students, and the general clinical text and one of the stethoscopes that he had saved up to buy. But he had spent the past six months on the run, first from the eruption of violence in Burundi, then from the slaughter in Rwanda. In geography class in school, Deo had learned that the most important parts of the world were France and Burundis colonial master, Belgium. When someone he knew, usually a priest, was going abroad, that person was said to be going to "Iburaya." And while this usually meant Belgium or France, it could also mean any place that was far away and hard to imagine. Deo was heading for Iburaya. In this case, that meant New York City. He had one wealthy friend who had seen more of the world than East Central Africa, a fellow medical student named Jean. And it was Jean who had decided that New York was where he should go. Deo was traveling on a commercial visa. Jeans French father had written a letter identifying Deo as an employee on a mission to America. He was supposed to be going to New York to sell coffee. Deo had read up on coffee beans in case he was questioned, but he wasnt selling anything. Jeans father had also paid for the plane tickets. A fat booklet of tickets. From Entebbe, Deo flew to Cairo, then to Moscow. He slept a lot. He would wake with a start and look around the cabin. When he realized that no one resembled anyone he knew, he would relax again. During his medical training and in his countrys history, pigmentation had certainly mattered, but he wasnt troubled by the near total whiteness of the faces around him on the plane that he boarded in Moscow. White skin hadnt been a marker of danger these past months. He had heard of French soldiers behaving badly in Rwanda, and had even caught glimpses of them training militiamen in the camps, but waking up and seeing a white person in the next seat wasnt alarming. No one called him a cockroach. No one held a machete. You learned what to look out for, and after a while you learned to ignore the irrelevant. He did wonder again from time to time why he wasnt hearing people speak French. When his flight from Moscow landed, he was half asleep. He followed the other passengers out of the plane. He thought this must be New York. The first thing to do was find his bag. But the airport terminal distracted him. It was like nothing hed ever seen before, an indoor place of shops where everyone looked happy. And everyone was large. Compared to him anyway. Hed never been heavy, but his pants, which had fit all right six months before, were bunched up at the waist. When he looked down at himself, the end of his belt seemed as long to him as a monkeys tail. His belly was concave under his shirt. Here in Iburaya everyones clothes looked better than his. He started walking. Looking around for a sign with a luggage symbol on it, he came to a corridor with a glassed-in wall. He glanced out, then stopped and stared. There were green fields out there in the distance, and on those fields cows were grazing. From this far away, they might have been his familys herd. His last images of cows we Details ISBN0812977610 Author Tracy Kidder Short Title STRENGTH IN WHAT REMAINS Language English ISBN-10 0812977610 ISBN-13 9780812977615 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY B Series Random House Readers Circle Audience Age 15-18 Residence Northampton, MA, US Year 2010 Publication Date 2010-05-04 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2010-05-04 NZ Release Date 2010-05-04 US Release Date 2010-05-04 UK Release Date 2010-05-04 Pages 304 Publisher Random House USA Inc Imprint Random House Inc Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:43887296;

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