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Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery
The novel that marked John Gregory’s Brown’s much-heralded debut, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery is a “finely wrought tale . . . that unlocks its secrets like a Chinese box, each hidden compartment opening to reveal yet another, until at the end we stand aghast at the complexity that lies before us” (Richmond Times-Dispatch). This is the heartbreaking story of the Eagen's, an New Orleans family of “mixed blood,” as recalled by three unforgettable narrators, each intimately entangled in the family’s small tragedies and betrayals.
Years ago, when his daughter Meredith was young, Dr. Thomas Eagen abruptly left his wife and children in an incident that still haunts Meredith well into adulthood. She longs to discover the truth behind her father's disappearance, as well as the reasons why Thomas's mother, a proud black woman, abandoned his devout Catholic father.
Years ago, when his daughter Meredith was young, Dr. Thomas Eagen abruptly left his wife and children in an incident that still haunts Meredith well into adulthood. She longs to discover the truth behind her father's disappearance, as well as the reasons why Thomas's mother, a proud black woman, abandoned his devout Catholic father.
256 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1994
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John Gregory Brown
8 books59 followersBorn and raised in New Orleans, John Gregory Brown is the author of the novels Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery; The Wrecked, Blessed Body of Shelton Lafleur; Audubon’s Watch; and A Thousand Miles from Nowhere.
His honors include a Lyndhurst Prize, the Lillian Smith Award, the John Steinbeck Award, a Howard Foundation fellowship, and the Louisiana Endowment for the Humanities Book of the Year Award. After two decades as the Julia Jackson Nichols Professor of English at Sweet Briar College, he now teaches at Deerfield Academy in Massachusetts. He and his wife, the novelist Carrie Brown, have three children.
His honors include a Lyndhurst Prize, the Lillian Smith Award, the John Steinbeck Award, a Howard Foundation fellowship, and the Louisiana Endowment for the Humanities Book of the Year Award. After two decades as the Julia Jackson Nichols Professor of English at Sweet Briar College, he now teaches at Deerfield Academy in Massachusetts. He and his wife, the novelist Carrie Brown, have three children.
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April 16, 2019
This book was a surprise; recommended by a friend I had never heard of this writer. The book is about family, love, loss, betrayal, race, religion; you name it. The story has simplicity and is yet complex and the issues it deals with are big ones. The importance of place runs throughout. A marvellous book in my opinion a neglected classic; very moving and very thought provoking. I read this a decade ago and it still haunts me. I must do it the justice of a proper review some time
August 29, 2016
I am astounded that Brown wrote this book at age 34. His understanding of the human condition has the depth of a writer who has lived four lifetimes. Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery is also the most aware story about the long and torturous relationship between blacks and whites in the South, during the late 1950's, that I've come across in a long time---maybe ever. If only each of us could understand the characters Brown gives us, then perhaps we would have a clue where to start to repair our culture. If only. Because,as Brown shows us, today is made from yesterdays. Read this book. It will stay with you long after you savor the last paragraph of hope and longing.
August 18, 2018
This was a really good book, a bit slow in some places and it tended to jump around a couple times but it would bring you back on track. I didn’t like the constant use of the “N” word. It was everywhere!! Used by both blacks and whites but this book is set in New Orleans in 1965. I did like the ending. It was completely unexpected. Overall a very enjoyable read.
July 13, 2018
DECORATIONS IN A RUINED CEMETERY is a rich and complicated novel exploring the thorny issues of family and race in a deeply troubled family, the Eagens, in New Orleans. The central action, whose effects cascade through several generations of the family, is the marriage of the patriarch, Lowell Henry Eagen, to a black woman, Molly, who later mysteriously disappears, leaving behind her husband and their son Thomas. Efforts to understand what happened to Molly, together with how her marriage and her vanishing profoundly affected the lives of the Eagens and one of the their hired workers, drives the novel’s unfolding. If you’ve ever read Faulkner’s ABSALOM, ABSALOM! you’ll see some similarities here in terms of narrative structure, with a new clue, a new detail, a new angle emerging on almost every page, as the novel’s three narrators attempt to understand not so much what happened but why, and, more importantly, how their lives are being reshaped by their discoveries. This movement toward truth and understanding is perhaps best described by the novel’s most prominent narrator, Meredith, the Lowell Henry’s granddaughter, who early on comments: “We make sense of the world, some philosopher once said, only through its rearrangement, through a constant shift in perspective coupled with a slight movement of this or that here and there and then here again. In that manner, the imperfections such movements reveal, the truth becomes apparent.” Though I wouldn’t classify Decorations a mystery novel, in many ways it reads like one, with the secrets at the center of the narrative uncovered only in the final pages.
While characters in DECORATIONS repeatedly inflict hurt and heartbreak, it’s not because any of them is evil or vengeful (as is often the case in novels of Southern dysfunction) but because they dwell so much within themselves and rarely share their innermost feelings, often to shelter their loved ones. “There are some secrets worth keeping for all concerned,” Meredith’s father at one point tells her, but as DECORATIONS shows, this is rarely, if ever, sound advice, leading to misunderstanding and often worse, particularly when it comes to matters of family loyalties. In the end, it’s Murphy, the black man who works for the Eagens and who is intricately involved in their lives (and who, as we discover, has hidden much from them), who emerges as the most wise commentator, despite—or perhaps because of—all that he has lost and suffered. “You’d be much better off paying attention in this world to what you’ve got than what you’ve lost,” he tells Meredith, and then later, as they visit a graveyard for blacks, he explains that the decorations are “a way of people feeding their own good memories. It’s how black folks sometimes set about remembering their dead. They put aside their pain for something better.”
Twenty-five years later, Meredith has yet been able to set aside her pain and to embrace Murphy’s wisdom. She’s still haunted by the family’s past, hoping that by continuously sifting through it she’ll “come to a point where there’s a sudden, surprising moment of joy, some revelation that takes all my regret and washes it clean, a hallowed light as if from heaven telling me once again to go in peace, or maybe just some subtle sound I recognize and call my own, like the wind through branches or fallen leaves, or even the silence of an early snow. Something. Anything.” Perhaps Meredith is moving toward reconciliation in the very act of telling her and her family’s story, and that she will eventually come to see, despite having abandoned Murphy, that she has much to learn by following along his path.
This is a wise and sobering book, all the more extraordinary for being a first novel.
While characters in DECORATIONS repeatedly inflict hurt and heartbreak, it’s not because any of them is evil or vengeful (as is often the case in novels of Southern dysfunction) but because they dwell so much within themselves and rarely share their innermost feelings, often to shelter their loved ones. “There are some secrets worth keeping for all concerned,” Meredith’s father at one point tells her, but as DECORATIONS shows, this is rarely, if ever, sound advice, leading to misunderstanding and often worse, particularly when it comes to matters of family loyalties. In the end, it’s Murphy, the black man who works for the Eagens and who is intricately involved in their lives (and who, as we discover, has hidden much from them), who emerges as the most wise commentator, despite—or perhaps because of—all that he has lost and suffered. “You’d be much better off paying attention in this world to what you’ve got than what you’ve lost,” he tells Meredith, and then later, as they visit a graveyard for blacks, he explains that the decorations are “a way of people feeding their own good memories. It’s how black folks sometimes set about remembering their dead. They put aside their pain for something better.”
Twenty-five years later, Meredith has yet been able to set aside her pain and to embrace Murphy’s wisdom. She’s still haunted by the family’s past, hoping that by continuously sifting through it she’ll “come to a point where there’s a sudden, surprising moment of joy, some revelation that takes all my regret and washes it clean, a hallowed light as if from heaven telling me once again to go in peace, or maybe just some subtle sound I recognize and call my own, like the wind through branches or fallen leaves, or even the silence of an early snow. Something. Anything.” Perhaps Meredith is moving toward reconciliation in the very act of telling her and her family’s story, and that she will eventually come to see, despite having abandoned Murphy, that she has much to learn by following along his path.
This is a wise and sobering book, all the more extraordinary for being a first novel.
July 18, 2008
It's a slow read, but it's worth it. It's lyrical and beautiful and moving. It grabs you and immerses you in this family's experience in a way that few novels do. I still have a physical memory of it, like reading the book left an actual imprint on my skin.
December 10, 2013
Just gorgeous.
I read this slowly for a change (because I'm knitting again), just pieces at night instead of all in one big gulp like I usually do. Maybe I will remember it better that way because I don't want to forget this one.
It has to do with collapse, literally and figuratively. Structures break or crumble: bridges, statues, families. There is so much love in this story, it hurts.
Once you have given in to silence, it's sometimes nearly impossible to get yourself to break it...
How is it, I wonder, that suffering does all it can to make poets of every one of us, stirring up a kind of speech we never thought we'd utter, like we're all Shakespeare's King Lear standing in the middle of the storm or, for that matter, a man like your grandfather weeping in a statue garden?
No matter how old anyone is, Meredith, it never gets easy to accept even the slightest amount of tenderness from your own father. It will give you more comfort than you can imagine, but it will never, not in a million years, be easy, not for you and not for him. I don't know exactly why that is. Nobody does, I imagine. But no matter what's said, there's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. It's another thing, though, to hold up that cloth for inspection...
If I had not known before that moment, I knew now that it's the very feeling of loss, not what's been lost, that shapes a life. It was true for me, too. I knew it was. It wasn't Mollie Moore I wanted still through all those years, it was getting rid of the feeling I'd lost her.
I read this slowly for a change (because I'm knitting again), just pieces at night instead of all in one big gulp like I usually do. Maybe I will remember it better that way because I don't want to forget this one.
It has to do with collapse, literally and figuratively. Structures break or crumble: bridges, statues, families. There is so much love in this story, it hurts.
Once you have given in to silence, it's sometimes nearly impossible to get yourself to break it...
How is it, I wonder, that suffering does all it can to make poets of every one of us, stirring up a kind of speech we never thought we'd utter, like we're all Shakespeare's King Lear standing in the middle of the storm or, for that matter, a man like your grandfather weeping in a statue garden?
No matter how old anyone is, Meredith, it never gets easy to accept even the slightest amount of tenderness from your own father. It will give you more comfort than you can imagine, but it will never, not in a million years, be easy, not for you and not for him. I don't know exactly why that is. Nobody does, I imagine. But no matter what's said, there's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. It's another thing, though, to hold up that cloth for inspection...
If I had not known before that moment, I knew now that it's the very feeling of loss, not what's been lost, that shapes a life. It was true for me, too. I knew it was. It wasn't Mollie Moore I wanted still through all those years, it was getting rid of the feeling I'd lost her.
February 11, 2019
I read Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery because I had reread The Moviegoer for a book club, and in looking at reviews of the Moviegoer, I saw mention of a passage in Decorations that referred to a character who must be Binx. I did finally find that passage and it was interesting to read one author’s speculation about what happened to Binx after the Moviegoer ended. I wasn’t prepared for what I got drawn into. I would describe Decorations as a family drama, heavy emphasis on DRAMA. It is very dramatic indeed. I normally like books that jump from one character’s perspective to another, from one time frame to another, but this was a bit much. Not so much whose perspective the section was from, but the time frames. There was present time, back about a week or two, back varying years and decades. I think I got it straight at last but I’m not positive. Also the storyline hinges on who knew what and when. Complicated stuff.
It was a fascinating take on race relations in New Orleans in the 1960’s. The “N” word is used a lot. So much that it made me uncomfortable. Did people really throw that word around so much in the ‘60’s?
Ultimately I am glad I read it. I will add it to my list of authentic novels set in New Orleans. Brown definitely didn’t take advantage of stereotypes about the city. You can tell he’s from NO, he really captured the feeling of it. I especially liked the descriptions of Magazine Street at that time, the junk shops with dusty stuff on the shelves and the bizarre characters who worked in the shops. Toward the end, two of the main characters find themselves driving toward the North Shore during one of our rare snowfalls. I liked the 12-year-old girl’s wonder at seeing snow for the first time. Actually her older male companion was quite amazed and enraptured by it too.
I end up feeling sad for Meredith, the young girl, who experiences way too much before she enters her teen years. Her dad, Thomas, is a puzzle. I couldn’t figure him out, or understand why women seem to flock to him. He seemed broken and unattractive.
Toward the end Meredith says “I recognized only then, in some dim and shadowy way, that my life would not ever again take on the shape it had once assumed. For me, at least, the rest has been little more than a dizzy unraveling.” She moves into the family home in Mandeville at the end of the book and says “...I tell myself that if I keep tracing a line back through my life, Ill come to a point where there’s a sudden, surprising moment of joy, some revelation that takes all my regred and washes it clean, a hallowed light as if from heaven telling me once again to go in peace, or maybe just some subtle sound I recognize and call my own, like the wind through branches or fallen leaves, or even the silence of an early snow. Something. Anything.” Very, very sad.
It was a fascinating take on race relations in New Orleans in the 1960’s. The “N” word is used a lot. So much that it made me uncomfortable. Did people really throw that word around so much in the ‘60’s?
Ultimately I am glad I read it. I will add it to my list of authentic novels set in New Orleans. Brown definitely didn’t take advantage of stereotypes about the city. You can tell he’s from NO, he really captured the feeling of it. I especially liked the descriptions of Magazine Street at that time, the junk shops with dusty stuff on the shelves and the bizarre characters who worked in the shops. Toward the end, two of the main characters find themselves driving toward the North Shore during one of our rare snowfalls. I liked the 12-year-old girl’s wonder at seeing snow for the first time. Actually her older male companion was quite amazed and enraptured by it too.
I end up feeling sad for Meredith, the young girl, who experiences way too much before she enters her teen years. Her dad, Thomas, is a puzzle. I couldn’t figure him out, or understand why women seem to flock to him. He seemed broken and unattractive.
Toward the end Meredith says “I recognized only then, in some dim and shadowy way, that my life would not ever again take on the shape it had once assumed. For me, at least, the rest has been little more than a dizzy unraveling.” She moves into the family home in Mandeville at the end of the book and says “...I tell myself that if I keep tracing a line back through my life, Ill come to a point where there’s a sudden, surprising moment of joy, some revelation that takes all my regred and washes it clean, a hallowed light as if from heaven telling me once again to go in peace, or maybe just some subtle sound I recognize and call my own, like the wind through branches or fallen leaves, or even the silence of an early snow. Something. Anything.” Very, very sad.
July 23, 2021
This is a touching story of a girl who has lost her mother, and then loses her father in a different sense, and their family tragedies and losses spill over. Those losses and tragedies deeply affect not only them, but also their friend Murphy, who had been a friend and more to their late grandfather and grandmother. Told through the eyes of Meredith, the young girl and later young woman, the story tugs at the reader's heartstrings as you see the terrible losses that have shaped her life forever.
December 10, 2011
With lustrous prose and fresh yet familiar characters, John Gregory Brown has masterfully told a story that slowly slips up and wraps its arms around you wholly. I wish... there was something I could say to describe how I felt reading this book or what made it so matchless, but nothing is coming. Both John Gregory Brown and his wife Carrie deserve more merit, as they are both supremely superb writers, but woefully obscure.
January 21, 2009
Fabulous! Couldn't put it down. Lyrical and tender. Already ordered the "The Wrecked Blessed Body of Shelton LaFleur' by John Gregory Brown. He's bound to be one of my favorites.
September 22, 2016
I stumbled upon this book after reading a review of The Moviegoer by Walker Percy. Really a heartfelt story. Short but slow going to soak up the great prose.
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May 29, 2020
Unusual, I liked this book way more than I thought I would. This quarantine situation has my reading choices quite limited, as I am a committed advocate of the library. Which has been closed since mid-March!
A friend handed this book to me, from the back of her car, I gave it a try.
A story with interesting characters that had many intertwining secrets.
I enjoyed reading this book, I wish the library would open!
A friend handed this book to me, from the back of her car, I gave it a try.
A story with interesting characters that had many intertwining secrets.
I enjoyed reading this book, I wish the library would open!
October 12, 2022
Three or four stars, couldn’t decide. Interesting story about family, race relations, love, and with a strong sense of place (New Orleans). Told in the first person of the main characters and switches from current (1990s, I think) to 25 years earlier. It wasn’t compelling, but it was interesting enough for me to keep going, although it was slow at times. Anyone familiar with New Orleans might enjoy this book. I did.
December 4, 2019
Interesting and complex story, but with a very slow start, and lengthy parts that were a bit boring. The story of betrayal, of a cold father, and of the family’s connection to a black man in New Orleans in the 1960s is a good one. There are no happy endings here. The writer did an excellent job of leaving me feeling the pain of the young woman telling her story. Realistic, but a bit over-written.
October 13, 2017
For a first novel, very good, particularly when a male is writing so many female voices to move the plot along. I don't know that I totally figured out the character of the father, but the voice of his daughter is very well written.
July 5, 2021
I have read this book twice and really enjoyed it. I love the cover - paperback. Well written. hard to put down. Great author. thought provoking. you really get to know the characters well. I will read it again and I recommend it to my family and friends.
November 28, 2022
A sad family tale through generations, sensitive but also beautiful. I'd never heard of this author before but it was only for lack of time that I took this long to read it, tremendously good work and very touching.
October 16, 2017
Hello New Orleans. Race Race Race.
December 21, 2021
A fascinating story of family told in a most unique way.
July 6, 2025
This book is the kind of book that you finish and you think about over and over again and realize more things about it. It’s very in depth, complicated, and sad. Race in America….
August 22, 2025
The book’s themes really resonated with me, especially how it explored personal growth and resilience. It’s the kind of story that makes you reflect on your own choices. Speaking of meaningful things, I recently bought a necklace from Giliarto’s labradorite https://www.giliarto.com/collections/... collection
, and it has become a little reminder of staying grounded yet open to possibilities. The way the stone catches the light always lifts my mood—it’s like a tiny spark of inspiration I can carry everywhere.
, and it has become a little reminder of staying grounded yet open to possibilities. The way the stone catches the light always lifts my mood—it’s like a tiny spark of inspiration I can carry everywhere.
September 19, 2014
Review by Ron Carter, Richmond Times-Dispatch: ". . . A finely wrought tale...A story that unlocks its secrets like a chinese box, each hidden compartment opening to reveal yet another, until, at the end, we stand aghast at the complexity of what lies before us."
This story is mostly told by Meredith Eagen in retrospect as a 12 year old girl, with some of the story told by Murphy, a black man who had worked for the family, and through some letters written by Catherine, Meredith's stepmother. I loved the writing which is so descriptive and eloquent, and the story itself, which I found captivating and poignant and heartbreaking. The enigmatic father brought my own father to mind - a person I never really knew or understood. "Eventually I came to understand some of what was at work between my father and Murphy. Unable to meet each other on equal terms, they chose not to meet at all but to orbit around each other like two separate planets of entirely different composition. It was, I realize now, the way my father dealt with just about everyone, including his wife and children."
The first chapter made a lot more sense when I went back and re-read it when I had finished the book. Like this: "We make sense of the world, some philosopher once said, only through its rearrangement, through a constant shift in perspective coupled with a slight movement of this or that here and there and then here again. In that manner, in the imperfections such movements reveal, the truth becomes apparent."
This story is mostly told by Meredith Eagen in retrospect as a 12 year old girl, with some of the story told by Murphy, a black man who had worked for the family, and through some letters written by Catherine, Meredith's stepmother. I loved the writing which is so descriptive and eloquent, and the story itself, which I found captivating and poignant and heartbreaking. The enigmatic father brought my own father to mind - a person I never really knew or understood. "Eventually I came to understand some of what was at work between my father and Murphy. Unable to meet each other on equal terms, they chose not to meet at all but to orbit around each other like two separate planets of entirely different composition. It was, I realize now, the way my father dealt with just about everyone, including his wife and children."
The first chapter made a lot more sense when I went back and re-read it when I had finished the book. Like this: "We make sense of the world, some philosopher once said, only through its rearrangement, through a constant shift in perspective coupled with a slight movement of this or that here and there and then here again. In that manner, in the imperfections such movements reveal, the truth becomes apparent."
December 5, 2014
I bogged down early in the first chapter of this book. The writing was stilted, long, winding sentences filled with comma-trapped clauses. I thought "How am I going to make it through this whole book with this writing style?" Then, as the protagonist actually starts her narrative, I realized the 1st chapter conveyed exactly the hesitation, reluctance, and doubt surrounding telling one's story. And what a story it is!! Maybe some people will call it a "coming of age" book, but I find that phrase disingenuous, pigeon-holing a book into a genre that seems so specific, yet is so incredibly diverse. Yes, the protagonist is a young girl, who, with her brother, live in New Orleans and grow up. Ok. They came of age. But what about Murphy??? Did he finally come of age at the age 70 out in that cemetery? standing over the graves of... and Catherine, at age 32? And how is it that Thomas never seemed to come of age??? So set the clichéd labels aside, and read a great book - lyrically written, diverse in characters, and engaging.
December 10, 2012
This story tells of the Eagens, a New Orleans family of "mixed blood." There are three narrators in the story: Meredith, whose father takes her and her brother away from her stepmother, Catherine, the stepmother, who writes letters to Meredith, and Murphy Warrington, an old black man who worked for the family. The narrators recall "a story that unlocks its secrets like a Chinese box, each hidden compartment opening to reveal yet another, until, at the end, we stand aghast at the complexity of what lies before us" (Richmond Times-Dispatch.)
The book started out really slowly, and I thought it was going to be so boring, but it did managed to pick itself up after about 30 pages or so. I enjoyed the different narrations too, and the story that unfolded. However, the book just had an okay ending. So it started out slowly, picked up, and then fizzled at the very end (about the last 10 pages or so.)
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The book started out really slowly, and I thought it was going to be so boring, but it did managed to pick itself up after about 30 pages or so. I enjoyed the different narrations too, and the story that unfolded. However, the book just had an okay ending. So it started out slowly, picked up, and then fizzled at the very end (about the last 10 pages or so.)
My blog is www.novareviews.blogspot.com.
July 21, 2021
I struggled mightily with this book. Upfront, the author tells you it was written from a place of grief and overwhelm, and the story is heartbreaking, one I know will stay with me. I appreciate how the threads were woven together, the tender care to show both the good and not good in the characters, and the thoughtful pacing of the story. I felt such frustration for and at the characters; the preface and praise tell you the suffering is balanced with deliverance, but for me the scales were fully tilted to tragedy. Unfortunately, its also a very difficult book to read from a racial perspective – written in the 1990s, set in 1960s Louisiana, its brutal in language and message, complexity added by a white author portraying black characters. The book is a worthwhile one despite its challenges, just go in with your eyes open.
March 6, 2019
This book is well written and tells a likable story, however I obviously missed it when it was published in 1994. It kept my interest, but I cringed every time I came to the author's use of the word "nigger". The book is set, obviously in the 1950s or 1960s, at a time when it was against the law for a white man to marry a Negro woman, but it happened, and Negros passed. I think Passing was the case here. For this author to undertake such a topic was daring.
May 14, 2015
The story of a family and how the information they withhold from each other leads to their slow unraveling over generations. The prose is lyrical, yet not flowery, the structure just intricate enough to enfold the multiple points of view. I enjoyed every minute of this read.
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August 1, 2008
So many of us have lived life like this... After reading this book set in New Orleans about a disfunctional childhood... I have met many people that bring this fiction to fact. Very moving
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