1 Dead in Attic: After Katrina
1 Dead in Attic is a collection of stories by Times-Picayune columnist Chris Rose, recounting the first harrowing year and a half of life in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. Celebrated as a local treasure and heaped with national praise, Rose provides a rollercoaster ride of observation, commentary, emotion, tragedy, and even humor—in a way that only he could find in a devastated wasteland.\ They are stories of the dead and the living, stories of survivors and believers, stories of hope...
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Dead in Attic is a collection of stories by Times-Picayune columnist Chris Rose, recounting the first harrowing year and a half of life in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. Celebrated as a local treasure and heaped with national praise, Rose provides a rollercoaster ride of observation, commentary, emotion, tragedy, and even humor — in a way that only he could find in a devastated wasteland. They are stories of the dead and the living, stories of survivors and believers, stories of hope and despair. And stories about refrigerators. Dead in Attic freeze-frames New Orleans, caught between an old era and a new, during its most desperate time, as it struggles out of the floodwaters and wills itself back to life. Publishers Weekly The physical and psychic dislocation wrought by Hurricane Katrina is painstakingly recollected in this brilliant collection of columns by award-winning New Orleans Times Picayunecolumnist Rose (who has already hand-sold 60,000 self-published copies). After evacuating his family first to Mississippi and then to his native Maryland, Rose returned almost immediately to chronicle his adopted hometown's journey to "hell and back." Rose deftly sketches portraits of the living, from the cat lady who survives the storm only to die from injuries sustained during a post-hurricane mugging, to the California National Guard troops who gratefully chow down on steaks Rose managed to turn up in an unscathed French Quarter freezer. He's equally adept at evoking the spirit of the dead and missing, summed up by the title, quoting the entirety of an epitaph spray painted on one home. Although the usual suspects (FEMA and Mayor Ray Nagin, among others) receive their fair share of barbs, Rose's rancor toward the powers that be is surprisingly muted. In contrast, he chronicles his own descent into mental illness (and subsequent recovery) with unsparing detail; though his maniacal dedication to witnessing the innumerable tragedies wrought by "The Thing" took him down a dark, dangerous path ("three friends of mine have, in fact, killed themselves in the past year"), it also produced one of the finest first-person accounts yet in the growing Katrina canon. (Aug.)Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information
Introduction\ Writing an introduction for a book like this is tricky business.\ Intros I have read over the years are generally composed of personal anecdotes and references to the body of work that follows. But, in this case, what follows is the personal work, the veil pulled away, the soul of a city — and a writer — laid bare.\ Newspaper reporters are used to covering death and disaster — it's our bread and butter — but nothing prepares you to do it in your own town. Usually, we parachute into trouble, fill our notebooks, and then hightail it back to the comfort of our homes and offices.\ Katrina changed all that.\ Our comfort zones disappeared, turned into rubble, wastelands, and ghost towns. I went from being a detached entertainment columnist to a soldier on the front line of a battle to save a city, a culture, a newspaper, my job, my home.\ Whether we won or lost the war remains to be seen. New Orleans is still a work in progress. The observations, lamentations, and ruminations that follow are the story so far, as it unfolded to me in the first sixteen months after the flood.\ It's probably too emotional for conventional newspaper work. Too sentimental. Too angry. And way too self-absorbed, particularly for someone who weathered the storm remarkably well — in a material sense, at least (I suffered a broken screen door and a loose gutter) — and whose career not only survived the storm, but actually thrived in the aftermath.\ I got a book deal, a movie deal, a Pulitzer Prize, dinner with Ted Koppel, and a mention in the social column of The Washington Times. If that ain't Making The Grade, then I don't know what is.\ Natural disasters are a good career move for a man in my line of work.\ But you didn't have to lose your house, your car, your dog, your job, your marriage, or your grandparents in an attic to suffer the impact of this storm. Unfortunately, most folks around south Louisiana and Mississippi did lose some or all of this.\ Others lost less tangible assets: their peace of mind, security, serenity, ability to concentrate, notions of romance, sobriety, sanity, and hope.\ The toll it took on me is in the book; I'll not belabor it here other than to say Katrina beat the shit out of me. It beat the shit out of everyone I know. This is our story.\ In the winter of 2006, I self-published a collection of my post-Katrina columns from The Times-Picayune, a slim volume of love letters to New Orleans, howls of protest, cries for help, and general musings on the surrealistic absurdities of life in a post-Apocalyptic landscape.\ I called it 1 Dead in Attic, a phrase I saw painted on the front of a house in the city's 8th Ward; words that haunted me then, and haunt me still.\ Within six months, I ran through five printings of the book, collected great reviews from publications large and small, and sold 65,000 copies. I'm a neophyte in the world of independent publishing, but I'm told that's a real good number for a self-published volume. In fact, it's a good number for any volume.\ And that's how the book came to attention of Simon & Schuster. I was preparing a follow-up to Dead in Attic, another collection of stories that I was going to call The Purple Upside-Down Car, a declarative observation my four-year-old son made from our car during a tour of the Lower 9th Ward that I clung to as the perfect metaphor for the whole of New Orleans and not just some wasted, toppled vehicle lying in a field of debris down on — get this — Flood Street.\ The irony in this place could kill you.\ Simon & Schuster bought the rights to Dead in Attic and the as-yet-unpublished Purple Upside-Down Car and we put them together and that's what you're holding in your hands. Faced with two titles but only one book, we went with the former because it already has brand recognition and because, well... the other one kind of sounds precariously like a Dr. Suess book.\ This book takes the reader up to New Year's Day, 2007. A lot has happened since then, to the city, to me. On the eve of publication, I split with my wife of eleven years and went to rehab for an addiction to prescription painkillers, which I turned to in my ongoing struggles with anxiety and depression.\ It would be easy to lay this blood on the hands of Katrina, though there is more, much more, to the story.\ There always is.\ But I guess that's the next chapter, the next story. The next book.\ — Chris Rose\ New Orleans, June, 2007\
Introduction XVWho We Are 1Early DaysFacing the Unknown 7The First Time Back 10Survivors 13Life in the Surreal City 16Hope 19Rita Takes Aim 22The Empty City 25God and Strippers 28The More Things Change 31Enough to Feed an Army 34Tough Times in the Blue Tarp TownBlue Roof Blues 41The Smell 44The Elephant Men 48Mad City 511 Dead in Attic 56Despair 61The Ties That BindMy Introduction to New Orleans 67The Funky Butt 72The Hurricane Kids 75Traveling Man 78Have Barbie, Will Travel 81Prep Boys and Jesuits 84Good-bye 89Groundhog Day 92Coming Home 95Life in the Refrigerator CityCivil Unrest 101Refrigerator Town 105Lurching Toward Babylon 107The Cat Lady 110Caving In 113The Magnet Man 116The Last Ride 119Lights in the City 123Let the Good Times Roll 127Our Katrina Christmas 131Tears, Fears, and a New Year 134Misadventures in the Chocolate CityChocolate City 141Tutti-Frutti 145He Had a Dream 147He's Picking the Pairs for Nola's Ark 150Rider on the Storm 153Car 54, Where Are You? 156Not in My Pothole 160Survive This 163Love Among the RuinsSeptember Never Ends 169The Muddy Middle Ground 172Misery in the Melting Pot 176The End of the World 181A Huck Finn Kind of Life 187Our Very Scary Summer 192Songs in the Key of Strife 196The End of the Line 200We Raze, and Raise, and Keep Pushing Forward 210Echoes of Katrina in the Country 215The Purple Upside-Down CarSecond Line, Same Verse 221Don't Mess with Mrs. Rose 226Shooting the Rock 229The City That Hair Forgot 233A Rapturous Day in the Real World 238Big Daddy No Fun 243Peace Among the Ruins 247Artful Practicality 250"She Rescued My Heart" 253Miss Ellen Deserved Better 257Things Worth Fighting ForRebirth at the Maple Leaf 267Melancholy Reveler 270They Don't Get Mardi Gras, and They Never Will 274Reality Fest 278Love Fest 281O Brothers, Where Be Y'all? 285Funeral for a Friend 289Thanks, We Needed That 292Say What's So, Joe 296A Night to Remember 301Eternal Dome Nation 308Falling DownOn the Inside Looking Out 317A City on Hold 320A Tough Nut to Crack 323Hell and Back 327Letters from the Edge 340Where We Go From HereChildren of the Storm, It's Time to Represent 347Thank You, Whoever You Are 353A New Dawn 358Acknowledgments 363
\ From the Publisher\ "The most engaging of the Katrina books...packed with more heart, honesty, and wit...Rose was more interested in telling the searing stories of his shattered city than assigning the blame for its demise..."\ -- Michael Grunwald, The New Republic\ \ \ \ \ \ Publishers WeeklyThe physical and psychic dislocation wrought by Hurricane Katrina is painstakingly recollected in this brilliant collection of columns by award-winning New Orleans Times Picayunecolumnist Rose (who has already hand-sold 60,000 self-published copies). After evacuating his family first to Mississippi and then to his native Maryland, Rose returned almost immediately to chronicle his adopted hometown's journey to "hell and back." Rose deftly sketches portraits of the living, from the cat lady who survives the storm only to die from injuries sustained during a post-hurricane mugging, to the California National Guard troops who gratefully chow down on steaks Rose managed to turn up in an unscathed French Quarter freezer. He's equally adept at evoking the spirit of the dead and missing, summed up by the title, quoting the entirety of an epitaph spray painted on one home. Although the usual suspects (FEMA and Mayor Ray Nagin, among others) receive their fair share of barbs, Rose's rancor toward the powers that be is surprisingly muted. In contrast, he chronicles his own descent into mental illness (and subsequent recovery) with unsparing detail; though his maniacal dedication to witnessing the innumerable tragedies wrought by "The Thing" took him down a dark, dangerous path ("three friends of mine have, in fact, killed themselves in the past year"), it also produced one of the finest first-person accounts yet in the growing Katrina canon. (Aug.)\ Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information\ \
