The title of Jesmyn Ward's upcoming memoir is drawn from a quote by Harriet Tubman:
We saw the lightening and that was the guns; and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.
From the outstanding interview with Ward in the new issue of Poets & Writers that I highly recommend reading. (The article is not available online I'm afraid.) Men We Reaped was already on my holiday wishlist but now I'm damn near desperate for it. She has to be one of the bravest writers at work today and this story, of too much sorrow in her Mississippi hometown, sounds unbearably perfect.
Also, I'm extremely jealous of the perfect title for this book. Titles are so hard.
[Post title from the article, post pic of Southern Cemetery in Manchester, England.]