![]() ![]() ![]() The memoir was almost a different project. The searing and upsetting piece “My Vassar College Faculty ID Makes Everything OK,” felt so fresh and urgent, and introduced many readers to a voice that felt brilliant but brittle, furious but full of a desire to make everyone understand. ![]() There was hardly any food other than spoiled pimento cheese, the backs of molded wheat bread, a half-empty box of wine, and swollen green olives.” When he thought of places like the “rich-white folk houses” his grandma cleaned for, he “imagined stealing all their food while they were asleep.”Īnger and beauty, agony and the will to go on: It all goes back to an essay Laymon published four years ago, in Gawker. “At our house,” writes Kiese Laymon - recalling a Mississippi childhood in a startling, essential new memoir, “Heavy” - “there was no pantry. ![]()
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