Even though I am genuinely interested in understanding what happened in Detroit and why, there a certain level of guilt involved in reading a book like Charlie LeDuff’s Detroit: An American Autopsy.
Don’t get me wrong — it’s a great read. The guy knows how to tell a story. But it left me with the sad feeling like there is not a lot of good news to be had in places like Detroit, and that I shouldn’t have been so interested in all of that badness. He tells it like it is, and shares his family’s stories as well. Some of which are pretty heart-wrenching.
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