Between Them

Starred review from February 20, 2017
Ford vividly and gracefully preserves his memories of parents, his life “between them,” and the small Southern towns that provided the limits and the possibilities of their lives. His parents—traveling salesman father Parker, and housewife mother Edna—were married in 1928; and though they wanted a child, they didn’t need one to be “fully formed,” according to Ford, who was born in Jackson, Miss., in 1944. One section of the book is devoted to Ford’s father, Parker; Ford completed it in 2015, nearly 55 years after Parker’s death. Ford wrote the section about his mother, Edna, shortly after her death in 1981. When his father took a job selling laundry starch for the Faultless Company, he traveled through much of the South, and he and Edna lived on the road, in hotels in Memphis; New Orleans; and Pensacola, Fla.. Before Ford started school, he often accompanied them, but as he grew older, he became increasingly aware of his father’s absences, determining that “permanence was something you fashioned.” Following Parker’s death from a heart attack when Ford was 16, Edna took a series of jobs and became brisk and businesslike. Every page of this little remembrance teems with Ford’s luxuriant prose, his moving and tender longing for his parents, and his affecting and intimate portrait of two people simply living life as best they can as their world changes around them.

December 1, 2016

Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist Ford turns to nonfiction but remains in storytelling mode as he recalls his freewheeling parents, who rather unconventionally lived out of hotels during the Depression as Ford's father, Parker, traveled about the South selling laundry starch. Throughout, Ford considers how well we can really know others, even those we deeply love. With a 200,000-copy first printing.

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Starred review from March 15, 2017
The Pulitzer Prize-winning fiction writer tells what he knows of the marriage of his loving parents--and what he can never know, as the only child who came between them.This is a memoir that seems to have been written more for Ford (Let Me Be Frank with You, 2014, etc.) than for his readers, and it reveals as much about the writer as it does about his parents. Neither of these observations implies fault, only that the renowned novelist recognizes how the selection of detail and the limitations of memory inform a narrative and how the writer's craft inevitably makes the results as much about the writer (and his craft) as his subject. By any standards, this is a singular volume, as peculiarly personal as it is slim. There are two sections, one devoted to each parent: -Gone: Remembering My Father- and -My Mother, In Memory.- The second was written three decades before the first, shortly after his mother's death. Ford's father had died much earlier, leaving his mother alone in the world to raise the son she loved, but not in the way she had loved his father. -He was her protector, but she was his,- writes the author. -If it meant that I was further from the middle of things, I have lived my entire life thinking this is the proper way to be a family.- There is some duplication in the material, the few incidents that seemed so significant in the life of each of his parents, recollected separately across a gap of three decades. There is also conjecture, as Ford imagines the lives of each before they met each other--and their life together before they had the child who would change everything. -For all this to be a blissful life,- writes the author, -love is certainly required, and a willingness--on my part--to fill some things in and deflect others.- A subtle, careful testament to devotion and a son's love for his parents.

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Starred review from February 15, 2017
Clearly Ford (Let Me Be Frank with You, 2014) has always been inquisitive and observant. Otherwise how could this renowned fiction writer, winner of a Carnegie and a Pulitzer, summon up such arrestingly precise details in his first work of nonfiction, an exquisitely sensitive double portrait of his parents and memoir about being a late child and an only child ? Ford illuminates the hardscrabble Arkansas childhoods of Parker and Edna, their 1928 marriage, and the renegade pleasure they took in living on the road as smart, pretty, lively and watchful Edna accompanied Parker, a large, shy, likable man with a warm, hesitant smile on his route selling laundry starch throughout seven southern states. This happily itinerant existence with no great cares lasted until Ford arrived in 1944. His parents finally established a permanent home in Jackson, Mississippi, where mother and son stayed alone all week, growing extremely close, while Parker called on far-flung customers, maintaining an increasingly grueling routine. Ford was 16 when his father's heart gave out, forcing Ford to grow up in a hurry as his resilient mother became the wage earner. Illustrated with family photographs, Ford's remembrance of his parents is a masterful distillation of sensuous description, psychological intricacy, social insights, and a keen sense of place. Ford's reflections are bright with wit, edgy with candor, and lustrous with extraordinary poignancy and love. HIGH-DEMAND BACKSTORY: A major campaign for this very special, widely appealing book will pave the way for an eight-city author tour and extensive multimedia coverage.(Reprinted with permission of Booklist, copyright 2017, American Library Association.)