Corwin wrote two books about the LAPD, Homicide Special and The Killing Streets; both are very good, but And Still We Rise, about a year spent with the seniors in the gifted program at Crenshaw High School in Los Angeles, is even better.

There is not a single white student at Crenshaw High, and the vast majority of the students in the gifted program (and probably the general student body as well) are not merely poor and subject to racism and class prejudice, but have had the odds stacked against them since they were born: broken homes, missing fathers, abusive relatives, no relatives willing to take them, violent and drug-ridden neighborhoods, no good role models, and so forth.

When Corwin starts following the students, it's the last year that affirmative action is still in effect in California. The book is in large part an argument for affirmative action, as Corwin points out the vast disadvantages that affirmative action can only partially offset: the Crenshaw students must work part or even full-time to survive, many of them live in environments not remotely conducive to study (roach-infested apartments, gang neighborhoods, appalling group homes), their parents are absent or working all the time, there are no books in their houses, they don't get the expensive (and very effective) SAT coaching wealthier parents buy as a matter of course, few AP courses are offered at the schools (which drives their grade point averages down, as an A in those classes is 5 points instead of 4), the schools are missing vital supplies such as textbooks-- I could go on.

However, the book is primarily about a handful of the students, and their brilliant and inspiring teacher who is also an emotional trainwreck. The character portraits are beautifully drawn, and the book leaves you awed by the determination of the students (several of whom identify strongly with the social upstart Gatsby), who do their best to learn and thrive under circumstances that would daunt a mature adult. Because of this, the book doesn't leave you grim and despairing of humantity, but uplifted by the spirit of the kids and furious at the situation. Especially toward the end, when the students are applying for colleges-- and can't afford to go at all unless they get huge amounts of financial aid-- this reads like a thriller. Highly recommended.

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil is about the laid-back, eccentric town of Savannah, Georgia; its eccentric residents; and an unusual murder trial. Berendt is a sharp observer and his ear for the rhythyms of speech is particularly good; I suspect that his book on Venice suffered from having to translate everyone's dialogue into English from the original Italian.

Though Berendt seems more comfortable with the rich white folk, the more interesting characters are poor or black: a black transsexual, an alcoholic inventor trying to create glow-in-the-dark goldfish, a lawyer perenially in trouble with the law. Berendt loves the lush, inbred atmosphere of Savannah, but, though he doesn't dwell on it, I'm not sure conditions are much better there than they are in Crenshaw, unless you're rich and white, not to mention straight-- or, at least, well-closeted.
Spook: Science Investigates the Afterlife, by Mary Roach.

The delightfully-named Roach also wrote a book called Stiff, about cadavers, which became a surprise success because she's so damn funny. The subtitle of Spook is misleading, as it's not a general overview or history of scientific attempts to prove, disprove, or quantify the afterlife, but Roach's unstructured exploration of a selection of such attempts, the ones that happen to strike her fancy. If you already know a lot about spiritualism and research into psychic phenomena, there's little new material here. What there is, however, is a most charming tour guide. Roach goes to India to tag along with a reincarnation researcher, and a live rat falls off a balcony and lands on her shoes; she reads up on Victorian seances, then heads to a library to examine a preserved specimen of ectoplasm and read about a woman whose ectoplasm turned out to be sheep lungs; having finished that task, Roach goes to a Pakistani restaurant and orders lamb. Spook is rambling and not terribly deep, and it could have benefited from illustrations, but it's a quick, very funny, and periodically illuminating read.

The Killing Season: a Summer Inside an LAPD Homicide Division and Homicide Special, by Miles Corwin.

Corwin is a journalist who tagged along with two detectives working homicide in South Central for a summer. This was written in 1997, and nothing much has changed: the police don't have enough money, resources, or manpower to handle their caseload, and nobody seems to care much about black-on-black crime in the ghetto except the people who live there. The detectives are a mismatched pair: a driven black woman who grew up in South Central, and a wisecracking white man who's struggling to hang on to his job when everyone thinks he's too old and should retire. Their interactions are vivid, and the dialogue is snappy and believable. Corwin's explanations of the background and history of Los Angeles and its social structure and problems are pithy, clear, and insightful.

I picked this up because I had enjoyed Corwin's Homicide Special, a sort of sequel in which he tags along for a year with a different LAPD division, one investigating high-profile and unusually complex homicides involving international gangs, celebrity suspects or victims, cold cases, and so forth. I regret to say that I found that book much more interesting, because the crimes were more interesting as crimes. Reading purely as a reader looking for entertainment, the special cases and their investigations were much more involving than the ones in South Central, which were almost all gang or robbery-related. The special cases involved sleuthing of the sort you find in a mystery novel, where detectives ponder motive and opportunity; the gang homicides all had straightforward motives and solving them was about amassing physical evidence and interviewing witnesses... but none of the cases were especially mysterious. Also, I had trouble keeping track of who was who when a single case might have people named L'il Slugger, L'il Baby, and L'il Day Day.

Both of Corwin's books are worth reading, but unfortunately the one that has more social value by paying attention to people who are usually ignored, is not as gripping as the one about people who got plenty of press in other media already.
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