Edward P. Jones in The Paris Review
This week, I found myself rereading The Paris Review interview with Edward P. Jones:
"We lived in eighteen different places by the time I was eighteen, but New York Avenue is the earliest place I can remember. It’s quite fancy now. Then we moved across the street, into a rooming house. My mother couldn’t read, and I remember she got a letter from the court, and she had to find a guy to read it, and it said that they were going to commit my brother. The phrasing at that time was 'feebleminded,' not 'retarded.' I can remember her crying. She had hard trouble with three kids, but just the idea of losing one . . ."
"We lived in eighteen different places by the time I was eighteen, but New York Avenue is the earliest place I can remember. It’s quite fancy now. Then we moved across the street, into a rooming house. My mother couldn’t read, and I remember she got a letter from the court, and she had to find a guy to read it, and it said that they were going to commit my brother. The phrasing at that time was 'feebleminded,' not 'retarded.' I can remember her crying. She had hard trouble with three kids, but just the idea of losing one . . ."
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