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Title: Bone Chalk
Author: Jim Reese
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Publisher: Stephen F. Austin University Press (January 24, 2020)
Language: English
ISBN: 1622882032
Rating: 5     14 reviews

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Review From essay to essay, Reese bemusedly works to sort it out—blessedly, without a hint of Garrison Keillor’s labored folksiness. In one comic piece, Reese recalls his ill-fated stint as Willy the Wildcat. . . . alcohol, come-ons, and physical abuse all came with the job. . . . But the narrative’s true centerpiece is an essay reconciling his childhood fears growing up in Omaha with his hesitance to teach writing in prisons, something he’s done for a dozen years regardless. There, he masterfully weaves his personal history with observations of the prison system both intimately (in the prisoner’s writings, their tattoos, the strict regulations) and broadly (the troubled prison system, race and class divides). . . . the variety is the appeal, and Reese is skilled in many registers. . . . An eclectic, appealingly no-nonsense set of appreciations of the heartland.—Kirkus Review…Reese’s central concern is nothing less than the nature of evil and how best to deal with it.  His school-boy experience of city-wide panic in Omaha during a wave of killings, and a few years later the murder of a friend, leave no room for naiveté or a Hollywood-style glamorization of crime…Reese also knows that the difference between a man on the street and a man in a cell is most often no more than a bad decision…This effort to change the lives of these men charges Reese’s teaching. And it will charge readers of this book…—Cleveland Review of BooksThe publication of this collection announces Jim Reese as a major writer on the Midwest in all its shades — lively and bright, somber and muted, violent and dark. Readers of all backgrounds will come away from his writings with a deeper understanding of the Midwest and of the human spirit itself.—Omaha World HeraldThis author has the ability to morph from “Green Acres” scenarios into situations more suitable to “Breaking Bad” without missing a beat. The reader will be transported from Fordyce, Nebraska to San Quentin prison with the turn of a page… Reese, finds universal truths in his work. Readers will discover that love of family, decency, honesty, and a sense of humor are not limited to any particular region of the country.—Lincoln Journal StarSouth Dakota writer Jim Reese’s new book BONE CHALK is a collection of rural life, written with the thoughtful story-telling skills that we expect from a practiced poet…Much of this book is good humor about the beautiful idiosyncrasies of country living. However, one of the longest and most serious chapters is Reese’s reckoning with crime, violence and the prison culture. Few writers have gained such a close-up view of life behind bars in South Dakota.  —South Dakota MagazineBone Chalk is Midwestern Americana at its best. Ringing of truth down to the last thought and gesture, Reese creates a modern portrait of small town life; one Norman Rockwell definitely wouldn’t recognize. Built on prose that never fusses or falters, humor, and the endless intrigues that are there in everyday life—if you just know where to look—this is the sort of book you’ll pick up and finish in one sitting and be glad you did.—The Nervous Breakdown…The longest essay in the book, “Never Talk to Strangers—12 Years in Prisons and What Criminals Teach Me,” is a compilation of short pieces that center around a single question, “Why?” Included here are the John Joubert killings in Nebraska, as well as the murder of a good friend of Reese’s while she was babysitting. Juxtaposed to such memories are Reese’s present-day interactions with inmates in his job teaching writing in prisons. The central question is ever present. Why do criminals do what they do? …Yet Bone Chalk is not all seriousness, and Reese is also quite adept at sharing the more humorous aspects of his life… In this debut memoir, Jim Reese shares a wide variety of personal experiences that few readers would be able to relate to in any other way….And if throwing the door open to new experience is one of the reasons you choose to read, Bone Chalk is definitely your book.—North American Review    
  Read more About the Author JIM REESE is Associate Professor of English and Director of the Great Plains Writers’ Tour at Mount Marty College in Yankton, South Dakota. Reese’s poetry and prose have been widely published, and he has performed readings at venues throughout the country, including the Library of Congress and San Quentin Prison. Reese’s awards include First Place in the 2018 Allen Ginsberg Poetry Awards, a 2018 Distinguished Achievement Award from Mount Marty College, and a Distinguished Public Service Award in recognition of his exemplary dedication and contributions to the Education Department at Federal Prison Camp Yankton. His books include These Trespasses (The Backwaters Press, 2005), ghost on 3rd (New York Quarterly Books, 2010), and Really Happy! (New York Quarterly Books, 2014). A fourth collection, Dancing Room Only, is forthcoming by New York Quarterly Books in 2020.    Read more

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Jim Reese’s new book of memoir, Bone Chalk, well illustrates some important lessons acquired in the writing and publishing of his previous collections of poetry. One of the more important of those is the necessary use of significant detail in an attempt to share an experience rather than simply tell about it. In this collection of essays, Reese shares a variety of experiences: of his youth in Omaha; as an undergraduate student in a state college in Nebraska; of living, working and raising a family in small-town and rural Nebraska; and of his job teaching writing at a South Dakota college, two South Dakota prisons, and at San Quentin. Embedded in these experiences are insightful comments on the political and economic concerns that daily affect rural and small-town folks, and that have adversely affected many of those presently confined in America’s prisons. The longest essay in the book, “Never Talk to Strangers—12 Years in Prisons and What Criminals Teach Me,” is a compilation of short pieces that center around a single question, “Why?” Included here are the John Joubert killings in Nebraska, as well as the murder of a good friend of Reese’s while she was babysitting. Juxtaposed to such memories are Reese’s present-day interactions with inmates in his job teaching writing in prisons. The central question is ever present. Why do criminals do what they do? Why do we incarcerate more of our people here in the United States than anywhere else in the world? Why are some people in prison for selling marijuana, while others go on selling opioids and profiting from the often-tragic consequences? Bone Chalk is not all seriousness though, and Reese is also quite adept at sharing the more humorous aspects of his life, including his stint as a college mascot in “My Life as Willy the Wildcat.” In this debut memoir, Jim Reese shares a wide variety of personal experiences that few readers would be able to relate to in any other way. If throwing the door open to new experience is one of the reasons you choose to read, Bone Chalk is definitely a book for you.
“Bone Chalk” is book of poet Jim Reese’s prose musings. It contains essays on subjects as diverse as his experiences as an instructor in the Federal Penal System and underneath the fuzzy head of a college mascot. Vivid portraits of family members will mirror those of most reader’s family trees. Although the grittiness of rural life on the Great Plains fuels much of this memoir, readers will discover the basic truths of Reese’s writing, such as love of family, decency, and humor, are not limited to one region of the country. He has the ability to morph from “Green Acres” to “Breaking Bad” scenarios with the turn of a page.
Jim Reese observes the world from the perspective of the consummate outsider, an observer who wants nothing more than to find a seat at the table.The essays in “Bone Chalk” navigate the author’s awkward years. By his own account, the awkwardness started early in his life and never left him. Whether recalling his fascination with Kelly, one of the cool kids with a 16-inch Mohawk at his high school, or accidentally ramming his employer’s garage with a tractor, Reese strips away the pretense in these essays, exploring the rural life of the Midwest.In his first essay, “How to Become a Regular,” Reese sets the scene in three short, concise sentences: “Picture Main Street. Pick-ups in a row like a used car lot, Chevy vs. rusted Fort. Tootie’s Chicken full of farmers sitting at round tables, clean overalls and all.”Most of the collection features short, choppy prose, detailing narrow topics that paint a full picture of his struggle to find a place in the world. On some of the shorter pieces, Reese locks in on a very strong voice. He uses syntax, punctuation and rhythm to help fill in the pencil sketches of his characters until you can almost anticipate their next good ol’ boy utterances.He describes Vernon, a low-life dude in Reese’s hometown of Omaha who supplied beer to the underage author and his buddies, as “skinny as hospital toilet paper.” The portrait of Vernon takes the reader on a dysfunctional ride that feels too familiar, while at the same time charts frighteningly new territory. While we learn that Reese never really finds acceptance in his various circles of relationships, we can also appreciate the front row seat to these often bizarre events and characters.When the author settles down for longer essays such as “Grandpa, What’s It Like to Kill Another Man?”, he tends to eschew his quick character sketches for a more in depth look at the influential people of his life. Reese writes: “My grandfather is a man more fully present and alive than most men I look up to and learn from. I look up to him because he listens to me. It’s crucial to know you are being listened to as you try to learn and, like I’ve heard from elders so many times before, broaden your horizons. I never knew I owned a horizon, but I guess I do as much as the next guy.”After asking what Reese calls “the million dollar question” about his service in the military, the question of the title of the essay, he writes about his grandfather: “That evening, he leaned in, looked me firmly in the face and said, ‘We didn’t have a choice. We did what we were told to do.’ He stared at me for about fifteen seconds and then broke down into tears.”As for the art of the memoir, Reese sums up his approach in the acknowledgment section where he writes, “Sometimes the characters are amalgamations of various people. Most importantly, the things that moved me to spend years researching and writing are about discovery, not display.”It also helps that he lists a strong influence from Nebraska writers: Ted Kooser, Don Welch, Bill Kloefkorn, Jonis Agee, Matt Mason, Sarah McKinstry-Brown — all names that connect Reese, and this powerful collection of essays, with the people and land that stretches from the bluffs of the Missouri to the high plains of Wyoming and Colorado.Whether Reese borrowed the rusty pickup from his neighbor or stole it for a joy ride, it’s hard to turn away when he opens the door and invites readers to ride shot gun through this collection of essays.
Dr. Reese’s book not only captivates, but it also compels you to get off your couch and go live your life. Bone Chalk is full of fun and funny tales, but the seriousness of life that he writes about is what really brings substance to this work. Jim takes us on a deep and introspective look at what crime has done personally to him and how he has retaliated, not by hating criminals (as he has every right to), but by immersing himself into their world and working from the ground-up to help correct our broken prison systems.You will come for the fun of a drunken mascot and eccentric mother-in-law, but you will leave with a deep yearning to do more and be more in your everyday life. Jim doesn’t just hit on mid-western values, he hits on the very fabrics of human existence, and carries us on a journey so familiar you would think you are reading your own autobiography.