In 1998, Richard Price returned to the gritty urban landscape of his national bestseller Clockers to produce Freedomland , a searing and unforgettable novel about a hijacked car, a missing child, and an embattled neighborhood polarized by racism, distrust, and accusation. Freedomland hit bestseller lists from coast to coast, including those of the Boston Globe , USA Today and Los Angeles Times ; garnered universally rave reviews; and was selected as the Grand Prize Winner of the Imus American Book Award and as a New York Times Notable Book. On May 11, this highly lauded bestseller is available in paperback for the first time.
A white woman, her hands gashed and bloody, stumbles into an inner-city emergency room and announces that she has just been carjacked by a black man. But then comes the horrifying Her young son was asleep in the back seat, and he has now disappeared into the night.
So begins Richard Price's electrifying new novel, a tale set on the same turf--Dempsey, New Jersey--as Clockers. Assigned to investigate the case of Brenda Martin's missing child is detective Lorenzo Council, a local son of the very housing project targeted as the scene of the crime. Under a white-hot media glare, Lorenzo launches an all-out search for the abducted boy, even as he quietly explores a different Does Brenda Martin know a lot more about her son's disappearance than she's admitting?
Right behind Lorenzo is Jesse Haus, an ambitious young reporter from the city's evening paper. Almost immediately, Jesse suspects Brenda of hiding something. Relentlessly, she works her way into the distraught mother's fragile world, befriending her even as she looks for the chance to break the biggest story of her career.
As the search for the alleged carjacker intensifies, so does the simmering racial tension between Dempsey and its mostly white neighbor, Gannon. And when the Gannon police arrest a black man from Dempsey and declare him a suspect, the animosity between the two cities threatens to boil over into violence. With the media swarming and the mood turning increasingly ugly, Lorenzo must take desperate measures to get to the bottom of Brenda Martin's story.
At once a suspenseful mystery and a brilliant portrait of two cities locked in a death-grip of explosive rage, Freedomland reveals the heart of the urban American experience--dislocated, furious, yearning--as never before. Richard Price has created a vibrant, gut-wrenching masterpiece whose images will remain long after the final, devastating pages.
A self-described "middle class Jewish kid," Price grew up in a housing project in the northeast Bronx. Today, he lives in New York City with his family.
Price graduated from the Bronx High School of Science in 1967 and obtained a BA from Cornell University and an MFA from Columbia. He also did graduate work at Stanford. He has taught writing at Columbia, Yale, and New York University. He was one of the first people interviewed on the NPR show Fresh Air when it began airing nationally in 1987. In 1999, he received the American Academy of Arts and Letters Award in Literature.
Price's novels explore late 20th century urban America in a gritty, realistic manner that has brought him considerable literary acclaim. Several of his novels are set in a fictional northern New Jersey city called Dempsy. In his review of Lush Life (2008), Walter Kirn compared Price to Raymond Chandler and Saul Bellow.
Price's first novel was The Wanderers (1974), a coming-of-age story set in the Bronx in 1962, written when Price was 24 years old. It was adapted into a movie in 1979, with a screenplay by Rose and Philip Kaufman and directed by the latter. Clockers (1992) was nominated for the National Book Critics Circle Award. It has been praised for its humor, suspense, dialogue, and characterizations. In 1995, it was made into a movie directed by Spike Lee; Price and Lee shared writing credits for the screenplay.
Price has written numerous screenplays, of which the best known are The Color of Money (1986), for which he was nominated for an Oscar, Life Lessons (the Martin Scorsese segment of New York Stories) (1989), Sea of Love (1989), Mad Dog and Glory (1992), Ransom (1996), and Shaft (2000). He also wrote for the HBO series The Wire. Price was nominated for the Writers Guild of America Award award for Best Dramatic Series at the February 2009 ceremony for his work on the fifth season of The Wire. He is often cast in cameo roles in the films he writes.
Price also wrote and conceptualized the 15 minute film surrounding Michael Jackson's "Bad" video. Additionally, he has published articles in the The New York Times, Esquire Magazine, The New Yorker, Village Voice, Rolling Stone, and others.
I reviewed Clockers and Lush Life but not this mighty novel. What's that all about, hmm? Exhaustion, I think, because all these novels are quite similar and told in the same manically detailed no-stone-unturned way and they all do the same thing, which is to take a tale from the urban underbelly which could be easily summarised in two sentences and expand it into a 700 page brainmelt.
I love them all, but I read Freedomland first (5 stars), then Lush Life (4 stars), then Clockers (3 stars). So hmm, I think Richard Price is wearing off. He needs to make a come-back. I think he should find a story from the seamy side of the American experience which you could easily summarise in ONE sentence and blow it up into a THOUSAND page novel.
Actually, I think if you haven't read this guy, you could prolly read them in the reverse order to me, and your rating would also go 5, 4, then 3.
But these three novels add up to 1,700 pages. That's like Lord of the Rings or sumpin. And all of these 1,700 pages are between a high three and a clear 5. There is not one page that drops to a two. So, you know, I urge you. Consider yourself urged.
There is a guy who works for the same company I do whose name is Richard Price. I asked him, are you THE Richard Price. But he just said he was A Richard Price.
this is an amazing book. After reading it I put it down and then read four more by Price--there's quite an evolution in his plotting. But throughout his books, the dialogue is as good as any I've read. His novels are as novels should be: deceptively easy to read--simple at first glance, but filled with complex prose and just enough wisdom that the reader doesn't notice until the last page is turned.
Price is an author in the vein of David Simon. He's a white man who, for whatever reason, can really write about the black experience. I don't know if that's a fair or accurate assessment - or one that he would even want to claim - but it's the feeling I get when reading his novels.
Price uses some of the same tricks as Simon, the most prominent being his unwillingness to dumb down or explain street slang, his jumping straight into a story without bothering to lay out an easily understood back story. The reader is left to figure it all out, untangling the suspense like a silent character in the book itself.
This particular book was about a white woman whose son has gone missing. She claims she was carjacked by a black man. A city wide search instantly ensues and naturally, racial tensions are stretched to the snapping point.
While this book was good, there were times when I was vastly annoyed by the drawn out wordiness of it. The book spans approximately 2 1/2 days and yet it's over 500 pages long. Many elements of the plot are too drawn out, although in Price's defense, even the most inane seeming subplot is usually brought to some satisfying (or pointed) conclusion.
Freedomland is an epic novel. The fact that the action takes place over the course of just 72 hours, and the geographic reach encompasses only a few square miles in New Jersey does not alter that description. This is a big story that asks big questions in great depth. It's about law and order, truth and lies, the role and boundaries of the media and law enforcement, race relations, friendship, family, trust and loyalty.
At it's core is the death of a small child, which may have occurred by accident, through negligence or through foul play.
But this is not a quick who- or whydoneit. Action yields to slow-paced interactions between many characters, as a detective strives to save a missing child, or solve a terrible crime before a city and its various conflicting factions face off, and wage war or self-destruct. The main characters are richly drawn, the dialogue is sensational, and the choices people are faced with are real and heart wrenching.
This is the fourth excellent book I have read by Richard Price, and the best so far.
After reading Freedomland, Richard Price quickly became my guilty pleasure. I have since listened to the audio version of "Lush Life" (great audio, fantastic text), and read "Clockers." There are one or two more sitting on my bookshelf. Yes it's a cops novel, but the questions is not whodunnit, it's something deeper and better. Here, there are real racial tension issues and questions of the role of a reporter, a cop, and a mother, in figuring out what happened to a kid. No one's motivations are left unquestioned, and through his incredible dialogue and commitment to shades of gray in the morality of his characters, Price brings dignity to the grittiness of cops novels, and the pleasure far outweighs any guilt.
That was a loooooong book. Over 700 pages. I’m surprised I finished it as I somewhat remembered the movie. I knew how it ended. But I didn’t recall the actual ending. I had forgotten certain key points. I knew there was a race thing going on but I didn’t remember the walk and the clash that happened near the end. I expected a clash and envisioned a much more violent one.
A very long book, set in two adjacent housing projcts in two cities in New Jersey. A reported car jacking by a black man with a white 4 year old boy in the car rapidly escalates. As well as a police story, this is also a vehicle for a realistic social commentary on community housing and race relations in 1998 when the book ws published
This book could have been a three or even four star book if it didn't have a major fatal flaw. The story is overly ambitious and not primarily feasible. The author made a good attempt to write an "epic small town" story, he remembered that it's important to have likable characters, true to form dialogue and a writing style that moves with ease inspite of the 700+ page total. But this book is full of side stories, some of which sound pretty interesting to be honest, but they don't have anything to do with the main plot theme and in most cases are not resolved in any redeeming way. I don't think the author is a fool, I think he was trying to cater to what he believes is the true experience of the police detective. Ask a person what they might have seen relative to a major crime, they might not have seen anything, but they'll let you figure that out for yourself while they fill your head with their personal troubles which you didn't come to investigate today. Two points for good narrative, but why did he have to invent a fictional Northern New Jersey county and two towns within that county? Wish he had picked actual communities, and also turned on the TV (in his Manhattan apartment) long enough to understand that New York City based Television newscasts do not send their van based reporters to report on NJ street crime. When Newark burns, they fly their helicopters over head, Why? It's easier, you don't have to fight the traffic or pay the tolls returning to Manhattan. After all, the action reporter and her girlfriends have five star dinner reservations at 8, and a private booth at Webster Hall later. They don't want to be late.. Same thing happens in Philadelphia. It's also important to recognize that more than 60% of their viewing demographics are New York State residents and they don't give two $&i!'s about who was murdered or robbed in Hoboken, East Orange or Jersey City. Those stories are left for the NJ edition print newspapers and the local access cable channels. Anyway, enough about that. Good story over all, but two or three times flawed and receives a lesser rating as a result.
The plot plays out exactly like you think it's going to and the book feels a little drawn out, but I think it's supposed to. You don't read Richard Price for the dazzling suspense or plot twists; his talent is for making the grind of urban crime feel real. And in that sense the book's structure helps you to empathize with the key figures, especially Council, the detective on the case. He too suspects early on how this story is going to end, and as it progresses and he becomes more certain, he also becomes more desperate for it to just hurry up and get there. But it doesn't. It unravels at its own, agonizing pace, like watching an uncoming train approaching that, though it's approaching from a great distance, clearly doesn't have enough space to brake before it collides with a stalled car on the tracks.
That works well for Price's gift for portraying three dimensional, realistic-feeling individuals who are nonetheless cogs in some greater sociological whole. Everyone involved in the plot knows that the outcome of the case is almost fated; the only question is how much collateral damage there's going to be in its resolution. And, although people can pour themselves into trying to effect that outcome, it's immune to individual human forces.
Call it 3.7/3.8 stars
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
I don't know what I expected from this -- certainly not the brilliant exposure & exploration of racism in America I got. Price's dialogue is dead-on, and his stories are just heartbreaking. Un-put-downable.
Surprisingly, the slow, 'Dickensian' pace and richness that gave most of his other novels a sense of space, was actually this novel's biggest flaw. Pedestrian, even lumbering, and almost too tedious to finish.
"They had never really met, Jesse and Bump, but she assumed that he knew of her in much the way that she knew of him; both their names were part of the urban back-buzz, minor lights in the crime-and-punishment Milky Way."
"The Dempsey County jail stood half demolished, and the only surviving section of exterior wall, the southwest corner, was a a grotesquely defiant crumble of plaster and brick, a raised fist thrust into the flawless blue of a hot summer morning. The prison bars, running the entire length of the building but hidden from view for ninety years by a sooty gray facade, had now, in these final days, revealed the building for what it truly had been: a seven-story cage. Those bars were naked to the sun, intersecting in a grid pattern, with seven layers of sheared prison cells hanging open and raw. A century's worth of graffiti, startlingly legible to anyone walking by, marked the plaster backwalls, a titanic bulletin board shot up from hell."
"'See, we can always make amends, as long as we're honest, as long as we look in the mirror and say truly what we see. I failed him, I hurt him, I wasn't there for him. I didn't mean to, but I came up short. I admit it--I came up short. Right then and there you get your second wind, like God's breath right in your face, and as long as there's blood pumping in your veins there's a way to make it right, there's a way to make it more than right, because you did the hardest thing in the world, you looked in that mirror and you gave what you saw its rightful name. Hardest thing in the world. Took me years and years to do it, but I got more love in me now than I ever thought possible.'"
"The body lay before them like an offering, a tableau--a death for your contemplation, death itself for your contemplation, death displayed, death arrayed, death in all its inert majesty, in all its terrible absoluteness, death in your face, in your eye, a death to take your breath away..."
I don't usually read books this lengthy. But having read both "Lush Life" and "Samaritan" I decided what the hell it's worth the time. And of course I wasn't disappointed. Price's characters and their dialogue ring true and you believe these people really exist. Having lived in NY for a couple years I'm sure they do exist. They draw you in and make you sympathetic to whatever they're going through. Lorenzo, Brenda, Jesse and many others throughout the book interact in such a natural way. Whether it be the turmoil they're experiencing or the response and reaction to what's unfolding in the story, he keeps it captivating. Even after having the mystery solved with another hundred plus pages to go, Price continued to hold my interest. He's a storyteller, and his knack for description pulls you into his work. Mass protests, old forgotten fairgrounds, massive tenements, quirky building residents, interplay between officers and "suspects", it's all there with much more, adding to an already great story. Some people commented they'd heard the story before. Maybe it has been told, but not with the time and care Price takes in fleshing out his characters. With Brenda's shattered emotional state, or Lorenzo's seasoned detectives' skepticism towards her story, as well as their back stories and those of many others throughout the book, he brings these characters to life. Long, maybe, but definitely worth it.
When a white woman staggers into a hospital injured from a carjacking with her 4 year old sleeping in the back, police mobilize in the projects where she reported it happened. Racial tensions are ignited. Parallels to certain S.I. events like Andre Rand and the Friends of Jennifer, were especially spooky.
Debo admitir que me costó más tiempo del que esperé, tardé en meterme en la trama y una vez pasado ‘el climax’ de la historia me perdieron de nuevo.
Me gustan las historias de investigación y ésta es una buena historia pero siento que tiene muchos elementos extra que nada pasaría si se eliminaran de la trama.
La historia empieza lenta y conforme avanza logra atraer más la atención: Una madre que sufre el robo de su auto donde va su hijo de 4 años, la ciudad se pone de cabeza buscándolo, la investigación no avanza, las teorías empiezan a apuntar hacia la propia madre y se toma como ‘sospechoso’ a cualquiera que se acerque en lo mínimo al perfil del ‘secuestrador’, se recurre a procedimientos ‘extra-judiciales’ y se logra una confesión, una triste confesión que comienza revelar lógica entre algunos acontecimientos y a reforzar la incoherencia que se veía en otros.
La ciudad se siente herida y ofendida, se toma como una lucha de razas y se exige reparación de daños, hay manifestaciones que terminan en más tragedias. Se pierde enfoque del objetivo principal, se hace como en todo una lucha de intereses. Llegando a un desenlace que podría tomarse como autoconclusivo, o quizá me faltó leer más entre líneas para descifrarlo bien, el final me atrapó por un segundo y me volvió a perder. En fin me gustaron algunas cosas y otras más me pasaron de largo.
Richard Price, where have you been all my life? Seriously, how could I have missed this guy for so long? His credentials include being the screenwriter for "The Color of Money", "Sea of Love" and "Ransom". This novel is akin to a top-notch "Law and Order" miniseries, only more profound. His characters get under your skin in ways that make you think about them long after you put the book down. He's one of those writers that can make the setting a character, you know like Thomas Hardy does with the moors? Only here, it's the inner-city with its paradoxical hopelessness and optimism that only urban familiars will recognize. The main plot involves a white woman walking into an ER saying she was carjacked by a black guy with her son in the back of the car and the racial tensions that erupt. And yet, there's so much more. Price explores themes of motherhood, of cynicism, of faith, of just what it means to be human. Masterful.
I was obsessed with Clockers after I slogged through it and got sucked in halfway through, so I had high hopes for Price's follow-up, which is set in the same fictional NJ town of Dempsy. Unfortunately it is a little overwrought and tends to rely a bit too much on Price's favorite device of ruined and abandoned places. My favorite scene in Clockers was the 'baby hospital' chapter, which literally took my breath away, but in Freedomland we see at least 2 scenes set in ruins, and it gets to be a bit much. Still, the descriptions of the abandoned theme park called Freedomland are quite haunting (note that this is based on an actual theme park called Freedomtown that used to be in the Bronx.) Price's books are no lightweights and this one is no different-- I could have done with a little less of Brenda's dialogue and a little more plot movement.
This novel is alive in ways that so many others aren't. Price digs in and explores every aspect of the tragedy at the center of this book through the eyes of his two main characters using a verbal writing style (deos that make sense?) that keeps things cooking but never feels rushed. His descriptions, his dialogue, his insight -- I came away from this book a better writer than when I went in.
The book was slow for the first half, but after that it was great. I'm glad I hung in there. The author has an annoying habit of putting commas in sentences where they don't belong and it's EVERYWHERE in the book. It jolted me out of the dream and I hated it. Otherwise, great story and well-drawn characters.
I heard the movie was terrible but don't let that scare you away. I read this when it came out and thought it was the best book I had read in years. The characters are alive and you can talk to them (scream at them).
Phew! ‘Freedomland’ is a tense, gritty, believable story right from the get-go. The book was published in 1998 and is still very relevant today. The characters are complex with positive and negative traits. The fictional New Jersey hellhole Dempsey is just across the Hudson River from New York City. Mr. Price infuses the storyline with quite a bit of racial tension between the two butting communities, Dempsey and Gannon. Dempsey is a poor black district while Gannon is a white blue-collar enclave. There is constant tension between the two areas including the police departments. The bloody traumatized Brenda Martin, who is white, stumbles into the local Dempsey hospital and claims she was assaulted by a black man who forced her out of her car and stole it. Her four-year-old son, Cody, was sleeping in the back of the car when the assailant took off with the vehicle. Quickly an intense search-and-rescue begins where the Armstrong projects are on a quasi-lockdown as cops swarm the area. To make matters worse, Brenda’s brother, Danny, is a hotheaded Gannon cop out for blood when he hears about his sister’s assault. As the second day of the investigation moves into the first day of July, the area is enduring sweltering heat and legions of men way too pumped up on showing they’re manly men.
Lorenzo Council is a black popular Dempsey cop who grew up in the poor crime-ridden projects named Armstrong where the assault took place. He is the first police officer to interview Brenda while she is at the hospital. The veteran cop sees all kinds of complications based upon her story and initially hopes that higher-ups will take the case away from him. The crime scene that night is total chaos. Gannon cops have swept into the area looking for vengeance, freelance reporters are scurrying around and causing problems, and the black residents are seriously ticked off at all the sudden harassment. The news media are presented as manipulative, remorseless, and parasitic. There is one reporter named Jesse Haus I found especially repulsive. Rumors keep spreading like wildfire in the tightknit slum and exacerbate the situation. There are no wild shoot-‘em-ups in it and the story is less a mystery than a character study of race relations, poverty, police culture, and the double standard when it comes to white or black victims. It includes coarse language including the N-word. Mr. Price’s novel also has interesting information about search parties, our nation’s history in warehousing of the mentally handicapped, and the complexities of pulling off a peaceful street demonstration.
‘Freedomland’ is one seriously bleak oppressive story. If Mr. Price has humor as part of his writing repertoire, it sure was not on display in this sucker. The 791-page book (mass market paperback) left me exhausted. There’s so much misery and anger in it. Once in awhile I stepped away from the book and looked at something that might make me laugh just to relieve my deepening funk. The writing is excellent but reading it to the end became an endurance test for me.
Freedomland (1998) by Richard Price: A critical and commercial hit in 1998, Freedomland has lost none of its sting in the intervening decades. Maybe it's more relevant now in The Age of Trump than ever, dealing as it does with America's deep-seated racial divisions and unequal treatment at the hands of the law, media simplification of tragic events, knee-jerk bigotry, the politics of policing, and so many other 'Hot-button' topics.
A white woman stumbles into a hospital in New Jersey claiming to have been carjacked by an African-American man at the very border between the 'white' and 'black' sections of the New Jersey city. And her 4-year-old son was in the car.
What follows is more than 700 pages of tense, mournful, and sardonic prose. It's a thriller that takes its time drawing its characters and situations, its places and racial strife. That 700 pages covers just about 4 days of events.
It's all rendered in third-person narration that alternates its focus between Housing Project police officer Lorenzo Council and ambitious reporter Jesse Haus. The mother, Brenda Martin, is a major character as well -- really THE major character -- but she's observed entirely from without by Council and Haus.
This is the sort of big, ambitious, intimately epic popular novel that often out-survives and out-performs far more self-consciously 'literary' works. It's heart-rending though sometimes hopeful. Price, a screenwriter as well as a novelist, is a great writer of dialogue and of pungent, slyly metaphorical description. Freedomland is, quite simply, a Great American Novel, one that entertains and instructs in the way only the best Art does. Highly recommended.
Read June 2023 🕵🏻♀️ • Gut Instinct Rating: 2.5 Characters: 3.25 Believability: 3 Uniqueness: 3 Writing Style: 5 Excitement Factor: 3 Story Line: 4 Title Relevance: 5 Artwork Relevance: 5 Audiobook Narration: 4.5 Overall: 3.83🏳️🌈 • CW: Crime Story Line, Death as the Main Story Line, Victims of Crime Story Line • Review: This one was weird. The main character, Brenda, just wasn’t very likable. And I can’t really pinpoint why. I just desperately didn’t like her. I felt like the entirety of the story was just so far out there that it felt almost like an alternate reality reading where we leave suspects with reporters and cops encourage lying. It was just an odd, odd story. I will say that the audiobook narration was really strong - but the sound effects were kind of annoying. They faded a bit in the later portions of the book, but at the beginning I almost DNF’d on that alone.
Painstakingly ponderous, plodding, and tedious narrative covering 3 and a half days in the ordeal of a white woman who is carjacked in a black neighborhood with her 4-year-old son in the back seat and the subsequent search for the boy and the police investigation. But at 721 pages (paperback edition) this is more of a psychological drama with deep analyses of the woman, the police detective, a local reporter, and the head of the local search-and-rescue team. Red flags: the police sketch of the carjacker looks like the sketch artist, the woman refuses to describe in detail what happened, and when a suspect is caught the woman refuses to ID him. The perpetrator is revealed near page 500, and the next 200 pages go into motives and other revelations. What a relief to finally finish this.