What emerges in the memoirist’s pages is a sensitive boy’s attempt to navigate extremes imposed by hereditary obligations. Ancestral ghosts haunt the fringes of this narrative, refusing to die. The result of meticulous research covering centuries, Elliot’s chronicle documents his French family’s settlement in New Orleans and surrounding parishes while underscoring each generation’s . . . Continue Reading

The attacks usually wouldn’t start until late, after midnight. There would be gunshots, the rhythmic thumping of mortar fire, and the whistling of heavy artillery. Either our base was under attack, or the air strip or some groups of men were getting fired upon. The sounds went on and on. Sometimes we saw red flares shoot up—a red alert—meaning the enemy had infiltrated our perimeter. Somewhere, close by, enemy soldiers were coming. The shelling . . . Continue Reading