The Paris Review

Staff Picks: Battle Hymns, Boarding Schools, and Bach

Sarah M. Broom. Photo: Adam Shemper.

Over the holiday weekend, I devoured , Sarah M. Broom’s remarkable and deeply researched memoir about her family’s New Orleans home. The youngest of twelve siblings, Broom grew up in a lively—and at times chaotic—shotgun-style house in the neighborhood of New Orleans East. Bringing together oral history, archival research, and first-person narrative, Broom weaves a multigenerational story of place that celebrates and complicates one of our nation’s most mythologized cities. “The Yellow House was witness to our lives,” writes Broom. And indeed, the house itself is essentially the protagonist of the story, a living organism animated by the decades of life that course through it like a pulse. Broom is

You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.

More from The Paris Review

The Paris Review24 min read
The Oyster Diaries
I know a certain amount about sports, mainly baseball. Last night the Rangers won the pennant, for example, and I know what the pennant is. The thing my husband finds truly poetic is sports. He’s always trying to talk to me about it and explain. “Wat
The Paris Review1 min read
Two Poems by Douglas Kearney
“It’s the bullets what’s silver, ne’er one tongue, mine’s the fleshyou find in men’s mouths; moonneither, though swore they, fired,shone like one, unbinding nightas it do what it does ever unerring,lighting flesh. my tongue thusunprecious, as song to
The Paris Review13 min read
Passengers On The Night Train
Nobody really knows how it began. Word first started getting around on a Thursday, but that doesn’t prove anything: it might have all begun days or weeks before that morning in early summer when the cigarette and the newspaper vendors at the train st

Related Books & Audiobooks