{"product_id":"evicted-isbn-9780553447453","title":"Evicted","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES \u003c\/i\u003eBESTSELLER • WINNER OF THE PULITZER PRIZE • ONE OF \u003ci\u003eTIME\u003c\/i\u003e’S TEN BEST NONFICTION BOOKS OF THE DECADE • ONE OF THE \u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e’S 100 BEST BOOKS OF THE 21ST CENTURY • A \u003ci\u003eKIRKUS REVIEWS \u003c\/i\u003eBEST NONFICTION BOOK OF THE CENTURY • AN \u003ci\u003eOPRAH DAILY \u003c\/i\u003eBEST NONFICTION BOOK OF THE PAST TWO DECADES\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne of the most acclaimed books of our time, this modern classic “has set a new standard for reporting on poverty” (Barbara Ehrenreich, \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e).\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn \u003ci\u003eEvicted\u003c\/i\u003e, Princeton sociologist and MacArthur “Genius” Matthew Desmond follows eight families in Milwaukee as they each struggle to keep a roof over their heads. Hailed as “wrenching and revelatory” (\u003ci\u003eThe Nation\u003c\/i\u003e), “vivid and unsettling” (\u003ci\u003eNew York Review of Books\u003c\/i\u003e), \u003ci\u003eEvicted \u003c\/i\u003etransforms our understanding of poverty and economic exploitation while providing fresh ideas for solving one of twenty-first-century America’s most devastating problems. Its unforgettable scenes of hope and loss remind us of the centrality of home, without which nothing else is possible. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR: President Barack Obama, \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review, The Boston Globe, The Washington Post, \u003c\/i\u003eNPR,\u003ci\u003e Entertainment Weekly, The New Yorker, Bloomberg, Esquire, BuzzFeed, Fortune, San Francisco Chronicle, Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Politico, The Week, \u003c\/i\u003eChicago Public Library,\u003ci\u003e BookPage, Kirkus Reviews, Library Journal, Publishers Weekly, Booklist, Shelf Awareness\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWINNER OF: The National Book Critics Circle Award for Nonfiction • The PEN\/John Kenneth Galbraith Award for Nonfiction • The Andrew Carnegie Medal for Excellence in Nonfiction • The Hillman Prize for Book Journalism • The PEN\/New England Award • The \u003ci\u003eChicago Tribune \u003c\/i\u003eHeartland Prize\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFINALIST FOR THE \u003ci\u003eLOS ANGELES TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BOOK PRIZE AND THE KIRKUS PRIZE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eEvicted \u003c\/i\u003estands among the very best of the social justice books.”\u003cb\u003e—Ann Patchett, author of \u003ci\u003eBel Canto \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eCommonwealth \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gripping and moving—tragic, too.”\u003cb\u003e—Jesmyn Ward, author of \u003ci\u003eSalvage the Bones\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eEvicted \u003c\/i\u003eis that rare work that has something genuinely new to say about poverty.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—San Francisco Chronicle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Astonishing... Desmond has set a new standard for reporting on poverty.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eBarbara Ehrenreich, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times Book Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“After reading \u003ci\u003eEvicted\u003c\/i\u003e, you’ll realize you cannot have a serious conversation about poverty without talking about housing. . . . The book is that good, and it’s that unignorable.”—\u003cb\u003eJennifer Senior, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Inside my copy of his book, Mr. Desmond scribbled a note: ‘home = life.’ Too many in Washington don’t understand that. We need a government that will partner with communities, from Appalachia to the suburbs to downtown Cleveland, to make hard work pay off for all these overlooked Americans.”\u003cb\u003e—Senator Sherrod Brown\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eWall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“My God, what [\u003ci\u003eEvicted\u003c\/i\u003e] lays bare about American poverty. It is devastating and infuriating and a necessary read.”\u003cb\u003e—Roxane Gay\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eauthor of \u003ci\u003eBad Feminist\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eDifficult Women\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Written with the vividness of a novel, [\u003ci\u003eEvicted\u003c\/i\u003e] offers a dark mirror of middle-class America’s obsession with real estate, laying bare the workings of the low end of the market, where evictions have become just another part of an often lucrative business model.”\u003cb\u003e—Jennifer Schuessler, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“In spare and penetrating prose . . . Desmond has made it impossible to consider poverty without grappling with the role of housing. This pick [as best book of 2016] was not close.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Carlos Lozada, \u003ci\u003eWashington Post\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“An essential piece of reportage about poverty and profit in urban America.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003eGeoff Dyer, \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“It doesn't happen every week (or every month, or even year), but every once in a while a book comes along that changes the national conversation. . . . \u003ci\u003eEvicted\u003c\/i\u003e looks to be one of those books.”\u003cb\u003e—Pamela Paul, editor of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times Book Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Should be required reading in an election year, or any other.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Entertainment Weekly\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Powerful, monstrously effective . . . The power of this book abides in the indelible impression left by its stories.”\u003cb\u003e—Jill Leovy, \u003ci\u003eThe American Scholar\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Gripping and important . . . [Desmond's] portraits are vivid and unsettling.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Jason DeParle, \u003ci\u003eNew York Review of Books\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“An exquisitely crafted, meticulously researched exploration of life on the margins, providing a voice to people who have been shamefully ignored—or, worse, demonized—by opinion makers over the course of decades.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—The Boston Globe\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“[An] impressive work of scholarship . . . As Mr. Desmond points out, eviction has been neglected by urban sociologists, so his account fills a gap. His methodology is scrupulous.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eWall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eMatthew Desmond\u003c\/b\u003e is a professor of sociology at Princeton University. After receiving his Ph.D. in 2010 from the University of Wisconsin at Madison, he joined the Harvard Society of Fellows as a Junior Fellow. He is the author of four books, including \u003ci\u003eEvicted: Poverty and Profit in the American City\u003c\/i\u003e, which won the Pulitzer Prize, National Book Critics Circle Award, and Carnegie Medal, and PEN \/ John Kenneth Galbraith Award for Nonfiction. The principal investigator of The Eviction Lab, Desmond’s research focuses on poverty in America, city life, housing insecurity, public policy, racial inequality, and ethnography. He is the recipient of a MacArthur “Genius” Fellowship, the American Bar Association’s Silver Gavel Award, and the William Julius Wilson Early Career Award. A contributing writer for the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e, Desmond was listed in 2016 among the Politico 50 as one of “fifty people across the country who are most influencing the national political debate.”\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Business of Owning the City\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBefore the city yielded to winter, as cold and gray as a mechanic’s wrench, before Arleen convinced Sherrena Tarver to let her boys move into the Thirteenth Street duplex, the inner city was crackling with life. It was early September and Milwaukee was enjoying an Indian summer. Music rolled into the streets from car speakers as children played on the sidewalk or sold water bottles by the freeway entrance. Grandmothers watched from porch chairs as bare-chested black boys laughingly made their way to the basketball court.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSherrena wound her way through the North Side, listening to R\u0026amp;B with her window down. Most middle-class Milwaukeeans zoomed past the inner city on the freeway. Landlords took the side streets, typically not in their Saab or Audi but in their “rent collector,” some oil-leaking, rusted-out van or truck that hauled around extension cords, ladders, maybe a loaded pistol, plumbing snakes, toolboxes, a can of Mace, nail guns, and other necessities. Sherrena usually left her lipstick-red Camaro at home and visited tenants in a beige-and-brown 1993 Chevy Suburban with 22-inch rims. The Suburban belonged to Quentin, Sherrena’s husband, business partner, and property manager. He used a screwdriver to start it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSome white Milwaukeeans still referred to the North Side as “the core,” as they did in the 1960s, and if they ventured into it, they saw street after street of sagging duplexes, fading murals, twenty-four-hour day cares, and corner stores with wic accepted here signs. Once America’s eleventh-largest city, Milwaukee’s population had fallen below 600,000, down from over 740,000 in 1960. It showed. Abandoned properties and weedy lots where houses once stood dotted the North Side. A typical residential street had a few single-family homes owned by older folks who tended gardens and hung American flags, more duplexes or four-family apartment buildings with chipping paint and bedsheet curtains rented to struggling families, and vacant plots and empty houses with boards drilled over their doors and windows.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSherrena saw all this, but she saw something else too. Like other seasoned landlords, she knew who owned which multifamily, which church, which bar, which street; knew its different vicissitudes of life, its shades and moods; knew which blocks were hot and drug-soaked and which were stable and quiet. She knew the ghetto’s value and how money could be made from a property that looked worthless to people who didn’t know any better.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePetite with chestnut skin, Sherrena wore a lightweight red-and-blue jacket that matched her pants, which matched her off-kilter NBA cap. She liked to laugh, a full, open-mouthed hoot, sometimes catching your shoulder as if to keep from falling. But as she turned off North Avenue on her way to pay a visit to tenants who lived near the intersection of Eighteenth and Wright Streets, she slowed down and let out a heavy sigh. Evictions were a regular part of the business, but Lamar didn’t have any legs. Sherrena was not looking forward to evicting a man without legs.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen Lamar first fell behind, Sherrena didn’t reach automatically for the eviction notice or shrug it off with a bromide about business being business. She hemmed and hawed. “I’m gonna have a hard time doing this,” she told Quentin when she could no longer ignore it. “You know that, don’t you?” Sherrena frowned.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eQuentin stayed quiet and let his wife say it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It’s only fair,” Sherrena offered after a few silent moments of deliberation. “I feel bad for the kids. Lamar’s got them little boys in there. . . . And I love Lamar. But love don’t pay the bills.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSherrena had a lot of bills: mortgage payments, water charges, maintenance expenses, property taxes. Sometimes a major expense would come out of nowhere—a broken furnace, an unexpected bill from the city—and leave her close to broke until the first of the month.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We don’t have the time to wait,” Quentin said. “While we waiting on his payment, the taxes are going up. The mortgage payment is going up.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere was no hedging in this business. When a tenant didn’t pay $500, her landlord lost $500. When that happened, landlords with mortgages dug into their savings or their income to make sure the bank didn’t hand them a foreclosure notice. There were no euphemisms either: no “downsizing,” no “quarterly losses.” Landlords took the gains and losses directly; they saw the deprivation and waste up close. Old-timers liked recalling their first big loss, their initial breaking-in: the time a tenant tore down her own ceiling, took pictures, and convinced the court commissioner it was the landlord’s fault; the time an evicted couple stuffed socks down the sinks and turned the water on full-blast before moving out. Rookie landlords hardened or quit.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSherrena nodded reassuringly and said, almost to herself, “I guess I got to stop feeling sorry for these people because nobody is feeling sorry for me. Last time I checked, the mortgage company still wanted their money.” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSherrena and Quentin had met years ago, on Fond Du Lac Avenue. Quentin pulled up beside Sherrena at a red light. She had a gorgeous smile and her car stereo was turned up. He asked her to pull over. Sherrena remembered Quentin being in a Daytona, but he insisted it was the Regal. “I ain’t trying to pull nobody over in the Daytona,” he’d say, feigning offense. Quentin was well manicured, built but not muscular, with curly hair and lots of jewelry—\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ea thick chain, a thicker bracelet, rings. Sherrena thought he looked like a dope dealer but gave him her real number anyway. Quentin called Sherrena for three months before she agreed to let him take her out for ice cream. It took him another six years to marry her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen Quentin pulled Sherrena over, she was a fourth-grade teacher. She talked like a teacher, calling strangers “honey” and offering motherly advice or chiding. “You know I’m fixing to fuss at you,” she would say. If she sensed your attention starting to drift, she would touch your elbow or thigh to pull you back in.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFour years after meeting Quentin, Sherrena was happy with their relationship but bored at work. After eight years in the classroom, she quit and opened a day care. But “they shut it down on a tiny technicality,” she remembered. So she went back to teaching. After her son from an earlier relationship started acting out, she began homeschooling him and tried her hand at real estate. When people asked, “Why real estate?” Sherrena would reply with some talk about “long-term residuals” or “property being the best investment out there.” But there was more to it. Sherrena shared something with other landlords: an unbending confidence that she could make it on her own without a school or a company to fall back on, without a contract or a pension or a union. She had an understanding with the universe that she could strike out into nothing and through her own gumption and intelligence come back with a good living.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSherrena had bought a home in 1999, when prices were low. Riding the housing boom a few years later, she refinanced and pulled out $21,000 in equity. Six months later, she refinanced again, this time pulling $12,000. She used the cash to buy her first rental property: a two-unit duplex in the inner city, where housing was cheapest. Rental profits, refinancing, and private real-estate investors offering high-interest loans helped her buy more.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe learned that the rental population comprised some upper- and middle-class households who rent out of preference or circumstance, some young and transient people, and most of the city’s poor, who were excluded both from homeownership and public housing. Landlords operated in different neighborhoods, typically clustering their properties in a concentrated area. In the segregated city, this meant that landlords focused on housing certain kinds of people: white ones or black ones, poor families or college students. Sherrena decided to specialize in renting to the black poor.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFour years later, she owned thirty-six units, all in the inner city, and took to carrying a pair of cell phones with backup batteries, reading Forbes, renting office space, and accepting appointments from nine a.m. to nine p.m. Quentin quit his job and started working as Sherrena’s property manager and buying buildings of his own. Sherrena started a credit-repair business and an investment business. She purchased two fifteen-passenger vans and started Prisoner Connections LLC, which for $25 to $50 a seat transported girlfriends and mothers and children to visit their incarcerated loved ones upstate. 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