Katt's in The Cradle

The only thrill to be enjoyed on a voyage across the Pacific in these perilous days is provided by the stormy petrel. When that extraordinary bird stretches its black neck up in preparation for a swift skimming flight across the surface of the sea, it looks enough like a periscope to produce a slight quiver in the fear-center of even the traveler who ha» learned n real sea danger zones to be steady-nerved and casual.

In the tradition of James Loewen’s Lies My Teacher Told Me, a deeply researched book that uncovers competing histories of how slavery is remembered in Charleston, South Carolina—the heart of Dixie