The man who lived underground : a novel / Richard Wright ; afterword by Malcolm Wright.
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- ISBN: 9781598536768
- ISBN: 1598536761
- ISBN: 9781598536768
- ISBN: 1598536761
- ISBN: 1598536761
- ISBN: 9781598536768
- Physical Description: xii, 228 pages ; 22 cm
- Publisher: New York : Library of America, [2021]
- Copyright: ©2021
Content descriptions
General Note: | Published for the first time, by special arrangement with the author's estate. Includes companion essay Memories of My Grandmother. "An unpublished novel by the author of Native son" -- jacket. |
Formatted Contents Note: | Prefactory note -- The man who lived underground -- Memories of my grandmother -- Afterword / by Malcolm Wright -- Note on the texts. |
Summary, etc.: | "Fred Daniels, a Black man, is picked up by the police after a brutal double murder and tortured until he confesses to a crime he did not commit. After signing a confession, he escapes from custody and flees into the city's sewer system."--Provided by publisher. |
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Genre: | Thrillers (Fiction) Psychological fiction. |
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The Man Who Lived Underground: a Novel
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The Man Who Lived Underground: a Novel
The door of the police car swung open quickly and the man behind the steering wheel stepped out; immediately, as though following in a prearranged signal, the other two policemen stepped out and the three of them advanced and confronted him. They patted his clothing from his head to his feet. "What's your name?" asked the policeman who had been called Lawson. "Fred Daniels, sir." "Ever been in trouble before, boy?" Lawson said. "No, sir." "Where you think you're going now?" "I'm going home." "Where you live?" "On East Canal, sir." "Who you live with?" "My wife." Lawson turned to the policeman who stood at his right. "We'd better drag 'im in, Johnson." "But, Mister!" he protested in a high whine. "I ain't done nothing . . ." "All right, now," Lawson said. "Don't get excited." "My wife's having a baby . . ." "They all say that. Come on," said the red-headed man who had been called Johnson. A spasm or outrage surged in him and he snatched backward, hurling himself away from them. Their fingers tightened about his wrists, biting into his flesh; they pushed him toward the car. "Want to get tough, hunh?" "No, sir," he said quickly. "Then get in the car, Goddammit!" He stepped into the car and they shoved him into the seat; two of the policemen sat at either side of him and hooked their arms in his. Lawson got behind the steering wheel. But, strangely, the car did not start. He waited, alert but ready to obey. "Well, boy," Lawson began in a slow, almost friendly tone, "looks like you're in for it, hunh?" Lawson's enigmatical voice made hope rise in him. "Mister, I ain't done nothing," he said. "You can ask Mrs. Wooten" back there. She just paid me off and I was on my way home . . ." His words sounded futile and he tried another approach. "Look, Mister, I'm a member of the White Rock Baptist Church. If you don't believe me, call up Reverend Davis . . ." "Got it all figured out, ain't you, boy?" "No, sir," he said, shaking his head emphatically. "I'm telling the truth . . . " A series of questions made him hopeful again. "What's your wife's name?" "Rachel, sir." "When is this baby going to be born?" "Any minute now, sir." "Who's with your wife?" "My cousin, Ruby." "Uh huh," Lawson said, with slow thoughtfulness. "I think he'll do, Lawson," said the tall, raw-boned policeman who had not spoken before. Lawson laughed and started the motor.                                      Excerpted from The Man Who Lived Underground by Richard Wright All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.