Reviewed by Kristin
Huge swaths of Detroit neighborhoods are being
reclaimed by nature. Trees, prairie
grasses and wild animals are becoming prominent in areas that were once covered
with houses, sidewalks and factories. I
recently viewed a news story on the amount of change Detroit has seen in the
last few years. Using images from the
Google Street View Trekker, a set of cameras mounted on top of a vehicle,
Detroit’s decline is being documented and brought to the American eye. (To read any of several news stories
portraying this change, do an internet search using the keywords “Google street
view Detroit”.) After seeing these
images, I just happened to see Detroit: An American Autopsy and I knew that I had
to read it.
Violent crime is rampant in Detroit. Charlie LeDuff begins his first chapter
talking about being held up at a gas station on the east side, and even says
that he should have known better than to stop there. LeDuff had left Los Angeles with his wife and
baby daughter to return to the place where he had a family network: Detroit.
He was not unaware of the dangers therein; his mother had faced violence
working in her flower shop, his brother had succumbed to peer pressure and
drugs, and his sister had run away from home as a young teenager.
LeDuff paints a vivid picture of the destruction by
fire of a significant number of Detroit buildings. In fact, he spent quite a bit of time with a
local fire squad. Describing the
firefighters as the closest thing to cowboys in today’s urban culture, LeDuff
details the half-broken equipment and damaged protective clothing that the
squad has been provided in order to go out into the city and save lives. Beyond just the outer trappings, LeDuff seems
to get to know the firefighters through their struggles and feels the pain
along with them when one is lost.
LeDuff is a journalist who is no stranger to
criticism. He writes on rough subjects
and many of the politicians, police officers, and people on the street
mentioned either have no interest in having their actions reported, or feel
that they have been poorly represented.
LeDuff’s topics are rough around the edges, yet provide an intriguing
peek into the gritty urban subculture.
Despite the grime and flames, despite the grim topic, despite the moments of despair, this is an oddly compelling book. I found myself reading it avidly. Perhaps my background played a role: I was born in a northern town built on a manufacturing
background. Not Detroit, but close
enough geographically and anthropologically that I recognize the decline and
decay of towns which once thrived with automotive factory work. I understand driving by a factory where my
grandparents once worked, but now the only activity is tall grass growing through
the cracks in the parking lot. I have
seen many houses, once graceful, now divided into apartments or fallen into disrepair and decay.
I have seen boom, and I have seen bust. So has Detroit.
I have seen boom, and I have seen bust. So has Detroit.
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