I read this novel (it is a collection of stories but so unified, even though each is unique and complete in itself, that it is wrong to call it anything else) in 2018 but, though I loved it, I didn't review it then so I have reread, loved it just as much on a second reading and will now give it the review I should have given years ago.
When this book came out it instantly drew, and still does, comparisons with Marquez and magic realism and Faulkner's Yoknapatawpha county but it is time to allow Randall Kenan to stand free of supportive comparisons because he casts as much credit on Gabriel Garcia Marquez and William Faulkner as they cast on him and before anything else I want to separate Kenan, I hope forever, from these cliched comparisons.
The easiest to dispose of is Marquez, poor old GGM is saddled for eternity with a writing 'style' that only really deserves to be applied to one of his novels but has become the definition of almost all writing from below the Rio Grande. Magic realism is now a market slogan and cliche - I wonder if it was ever anything more. I don't mean to come over all Edward Said but it does reek of the 'exotic', it is not the sort of term literary scholars like Edmund Wilson would have used. It does not preclude admiration but it suggests exceptionalism - like all those 'crazy' baroque churches of South America - admirable but not part of the mainstream story. Least I have confused anyone what I am saying is that Randall Kenan is no exotic exception - his writing and his stories are as American as Hemingway or Fitzgerald.
As for Faulkner (full disclosure - I haven't read any work by Faulkner since I read 'Absalom, Absalom'
over thirty years ago and I thought it wonderful, overwhelming and like encountering again a giant of literature like Mann, Tolstoy or Flaubert) he is a great writer but specifically he is 'one' of the great Southern USA writers. But he is not the only one and he laid no template that others must follow or be compared to. Kenan is not Faulkner and Tims Creek is not Yoknapatawpha county and in many ways it is invidious to compare the two places, you may say that Kenan's Tims Creek compliments or even completes Faulkner's Yoknapatawpha county but it is not dependent on it. Tims Creek would exist without Faulkner, its stories are of those of people not encompassed by Faulkner except in walk on roles. That the stories of places like Tims Creek have been seen for too long as, no matter how worthy, as somehow outside the mainstream says more then I have time or inclination to delineate. Tims Creek is not defined by its ability to measure up to Yoknapatawpha county but by its ability to stand alongside and even supersede it.
Finally I want to comment on one particular story in 'Let the Dead Bury Their Dead' - 'This Far; or, A Body in Motion'. Before anything else I want to be clear that I don't believe a great writer is limited in their ability to enter into any character but I do believe that only a Black American writer could have created this masterful, but subtlety devastating, portrait of Booker T. Washington. Kenan's portrayal of Booker T. in his lauded, praised and triumphant apotheosis as 'emperor' of his race is seen coming to terms with the eclipse that death will bring to his reputation and work. No one will deny what he did and accomplished, the story of his rise from poverty is inspiring but, and there it is that doleful but - somewhere he managed to lose? betray? forget? compromise? what it was for - that he had acquired prestige, power and influence by the sacrifice, or at least continual postponement of any immediate respite in the poverty and injustice Black Americans were kept in. He was lauded by the Whites, he became 'their' black man and maybe he was more comfortable with them.
It is a superb story and vastly more accomplished than my gross simplifications. But at its heart is the story of a man who realises he somehow has strayed into cul-de-sac, and that rather than making history he has, perhaps betrayed it, but certainly whose future is no better than what Shelley saw in 'Ozymandias':
"I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away"
If you like Marquez or Faulkner read Kenan - not because he is like them, but because he is as unique and brilliant as they are. As a writer I think Kenan is someone who will be read long after almost every current author that regularly fills the few remaining bookstore shelves is as forgotten as the 'three decker' best sellers of Victorian times. He is the real thing.