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All Over but the Shoutin'

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 Rick Bragg

Rick Bragg is the author of
Somebody Told Me, All Over but the Shoutin
’ and
Ava’s Man.
A national correspondent for
The New York Times
, he was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for feature writing in 1996. He lives in New Orleans.


Copyright © 1997 by Rick Bragg

All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Vintage Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Pantheon Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, in 1997.

Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following for permission to reprint previously published material:
EMI Music Publishing:
Excerpt from “I Been to Georgia on a Fast Train” by Billy Joe Shaver. Copyright © 1972 by Sony/ATV Songs LLC. Administered by EMI Blackwood Music Inc. (BMI). All rights reserved. International copyright secured. Reprinted by permission of EMI Music Publishing. •
MCA Music Publishing:
Excerpt from “The Great Speckled Bird” by Guy Smith. Copyright © 1937, 1964 by MCA-Duchess Music Corporation. Copyright renewed. Duchess Music Corporation is an MCA Company. International copyright secured. All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission of MCA Music Publishing. •
Warner Bros. Publications U.S. Inc.:
Excerpt from “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” by Hank Williams. Copyright © 1949 (renewed) by Acuff-Rose Music, Inc. and Hiriam Music for the U.S.A. World outside of U.S.A. controlled by Acuff-Rose Music, Inc. • Excerpt from “Pancho and Lefty” by Townes Van Zandt. Copyright © 1972 by Columbine Music & EMI U Catalog Inc. All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission of Warner Bros. Publications U.S. Inc., Miami, FL 33014.

The Library of Congress has cataloged the Pantheon edition as follows: Bragg, Rick.
All over but the shoutin’ / Rick Bragg. p. cm.
eISBN: 978-0-307-76291-7
1. Bragg, Rick. 2. Bragg, Rick—Childhood and youth. 3. Journalists—United States—Biography. 4. Working class whites—Alabama—Biography. 5. Alabama—Biography. 6. Alabama—Rural conditions. I. Title PN4874.B6625A3 1997 070’.92—dc21

[B] 97-9918

Author photograph © Marion Ettlinger

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About the Author
Title Page


 1  A man who buys books because they’re pretty

 2  A killing, and a man who tried to walk on water

 3  Fake gold, other people’s houses, and the finest man I never knew

 4  Dreaming that a crooked man will straighten up and fly right

 5  When God blinks

 6  The free show

 7  No papers on him

 8  In the mouth of the machine

 9  On the wings of a great speckled bird

10  If you got to kill somebody, better it ain’t family

11  Under a hateful sky

12  Getting above your raising

13  Fine qualities

14  100 miles per hour, upside down and sideways

15  The usual suspects


16  In the temple

17  Saturdays in October

18  White tuxedoes

19  The price tag on heaven

20  Under Vulcan’s hammer

21  Running hot

22  What if

23  Paradise

24  Miami, in madness

25  Eating life

26  Tap-tap

27  Snow in a can

28  The interview for the Ivy League

29  Perfume on a hog

30  New York

31  Coming home

32  Dining out with no money, and living with no life

33  Buying bodies, eating lobster


34  Gone South

35  Abigail

36  Mrs. Smith, and family

37  Monsters

38  Validation

39  1.3 acres

40  The same

41  Who we are

42  Safe in the dark

Other Books by This Author
Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath is hard as kerosene
You weren’t your momma’s only boy
But her favorite one, it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
Saddled to your dreams
—T. V



used to stand amazed and watch the redbirds fight. They would flash and flutter like scraps of burning rags through a sky unbelievably blue, swirling, soaring, plummeting. On the ground they were a blur of feathers, stabbing for each other’s eyes. I have seen grown men stop what they were doing, stop pulling corn or lift their head out from under the hood of a broken-down car, to watch it. Once, when I was little, I watched one of the birds attack its own reflection in the side mirror of a truck. It hurled its body again and again against that unyielding image, until it pecked a crack in the glass, until the whole mirror was smeared with blood. It was as if the bird hated what it saw there, and discovered too late that all it was seeing was itself. I asked an old man who worked for my uncle Ed, a snuff-dipping man named Charlie Bivens, why he reckoned that bird did that. He told me it was just its nature.

his is not an important book. It is only the story of a strong woman, a tortured man and three sons who lived hemmed in by thin cotton and ragged history in northeastern Alabama, in a time when blacks and whites found reason to hate each other and a whole lot of people could not stand themselves. Anyone could tell it, anyone with a daddy who let his finer nature slip away from him during an icebound war in Korea, who allowed the devil inside him to come grinnin’ out every time a sip of whiskey trickled in, who finally just abandoned his young wife and sons to the pity of their kin and to the well-meaning neighbors who came bearing boxes of throwaway clothes.

Anyone could tell it, anyone who had a momma who went eighteen years without a new dress so that her sons could have school clothes, who picked cotton in other people’s fields and ironed other people’s clothes and cleaned the mess in other people’s houses, so that her children didn’t have to live on welfare alone, so that one of them could climb up her backbone and escape the poverty and hopelessness that ringed them, free and clean.

Anyone could tell it, and that’s the shame of it. A lot of women stood with babies on their hips in line for commodity cheese and peanut butter. A lot of men were damaged deep inside by the killing and dying of wars, then tried to heal themselves with a snake oil elixir of sour mash and self-loathing. A lot of families just came to pieces in that time and place and condition, like paper lace in a summer rain. You can walk the main street in any small town, in any big one, and you will hear this story being told behind cigarette-scarred bars, before altars, over fresh-dug ground in a thousand cemeteries. You hear it from the sixty-five-year-old woman with the blank eyes who wipes the tables at the Waffle House, and by the used-up men with Winstons dangling from their lips who absently, rhythmically swing their swingblades at the tall weeds out behind the city jail.

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