The place is the Deep South, the time 1948, just prior to the civil rights movement. Having recently demolished another car, Daisy Wertham, a rich, sharp-tongued Jewish widow of seventy-two, is informed by her son, Boolie, that henceforth she must rely on
"To be up all night in the darkness of your youth but to be ready for the day to come...that was what going to Brown felt like." -Jeffrey EugenidesIn celebration of Brown University's 250th anniversary, fifty remarkable, prizewinning writers and artists w
