Holden Joan - Nickel and Dimed

Nickel
- and
Dimed
On (Not) Getting By In America

Barbara Ehrenreich

Praise for Nickel and Dimed

A brilliant on-the-job report from the dark side of the boom. No one since H. L. Mencken has assailed the smug rhetoric of prosperity with such scalpel-like precision and ferocious wit.

Mike Davis,
author of Ecology of Fear

Eloquent... This book illuminates the invisible army that scrubs floors, waits tables, and straightens the racks at discount stores.

Sandy Block,
USA Today

Courageous... Nickel and Dimed is a superb and frightening look into the lives of hard-working Americans... policy makers should be forced to read.

Tamara Straus,
San Francisco Chronicle

I was absolutely knocked out by Barbara Ehrenreich's remarkable odyssey. She has accomplished what no contemporary writer has even attemptedto be that 'nobody' who barely subsists on her essential labors. Not only is it must reading but it's mesmeric. Bravo!

Studs Terkel,
author of Working

Nickel and Dimed opens a window into the daily lives of the invisible workforce that fuels the service economy, and endows the men and women who populate it with the honor that is often lacking on the job. And it forces the reader to realize that all the good-news talk about welfare reform masks a harsher reality.

Katherine Newman,
The Washington Post

With grace and wit, Ehrenreich discovers the irony of being 'nickel and dimed' during unprecedented prosperity... Living wages, she elegantly shows, might erase the shame that comes from our dependence 'on the underpaid labor of others.'

Eileen Boris,
The Boston Globe

It is not difficult to endorse Nickel and Dimed as a book that everyone who readsyes, everyoneought to read, for enjoyment, for consciousness-raising and as a call to action.

Steve Weinberg,
Chicago Tribune

Unflinching, superb... Nickel and Dimed is an important book that should be read by anyone who has been lulled into middle-class complacency.

Vivien Labaton, Ms.

Brief but intense... Nickel and Dimed is an accessible yet relentless look at the lives of the American underclass.

David Ulin,
Los Angeles Times

Unforgettable... Nickel and Dimed is one of those rare books that will provoke both outrage and self-reflection. No one who reads this book will be able to resist its power to make them see the world in a new way.

Mitchell Duneier,
author of Sidewalk

Observant, opinionated, and always lively... What makes Nickel and Dimed such an important book is how viscerally Ehrenreich demonstrates that the method of calculating the poverty threshold is ludicrously obsolete.

Laura Miller,
Salon.com

In Nickel and Dimed, Ehrenreich expertly peals away the layers of selfdenial, self-interest, and self-protection that separate the rich from the poor, the served from the servers, the housed from the homeless. This brave and frank book is ultimately a challenge to create a less divided society.

Naomi Kein,
author of No Logo

Piercing social criticism backed by first-rate reporting... Ehrenreich captures not only the tribulations of finding and performing low-wage work, but the humiliations as well.

Eric Wieffering,
Minneapolis Star Tribune

Barbara Ehrenreich's new book is absolutely rivetingit is terrific storytelling, filled with fury and delicious humor and stunning moments of the purest empathy with those who toil beside her.

Jonathan Kozol,
author of Ordinary Resurrections

Engaging... Hopefully, Nickel and Dimed will expand public awareness of the real-world survival struggles that many faced even before the current economic downturn.

Steve Early,
The Nation

Ehrenreich's account is unforgettable-heart-wrenching, infuriating, funny, smart, and empowering... Nickel and Dimed is vintage Ehrenreich and will surely take its place among the classics of underground reportage.

Juliet Schor,
author of The Overworked American

Compulsively readable... Ehrenreich proves, devastatingly, that jobs are not enough; that the minimum wage is an offensive joke; and that making a salary is not the same thing as making a living, as making a real fife.

Alex Ohlin,
The Texas Observer

Ehrenreich writes with clarity, wit, and frankness... Nickel and Dimed is one of the most important books to be published this year, a new entry in the tradition of reporting on poverty that includes George Orwell's The Road to Wigan Pier and Michael Harrington's The Other America... Someone should read this book to George W Bush.

Chancey Mabe,
Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel

The idea that led to this book arose in comparatively sumptuous circumstances. Lewis Lapham, the editor of Harper's, had taken me out for a $30 lunch at some understated French country-style place to discuss future articles I might write for his magazine. I had the salmon and field greens, I think, and was pitching him some ideas having to do with pop culture when the conversation drifted to one of my more familiar themespoverty. How does anyone live on the wages available to the unskilled? How, in particular, we wondered, were the roughly four million women about to be booted into the labor market by welfare reform going to make it on $6 or $7 an hour? Then I said something that I have since had many opportunities to regret: Someone ought to do the old-fashioned kind of journalismyou know, go out there and try it for themselves. I meant someone much younger than myself, some hungry neophyte journalist with time on her hands. But Lapham got this crazy-looking half smile on his face and ended life as I knew it, for long stretches at least, with the single word You.

The last time anyone had urged me to forsake my normal life for a run-of-the-mill low-paid job had been in the seventies, when dozens, perhaps hundreds, of sixties radicals started going into the factories to proletarianize themselves and organize the working class in the process. Not this girl. I felt sorry for the parents who had paid college tuition for these blue-collar wannabes and sorry, too, for the people they intended to uplift. In my own family, the low-wage way of life had never been many degrees of separation away; it was close enough, in any case, to make me treasure the gloriously autonomous, if not always well-paid, writing life. My sister has been through one low-paid job after anotherphone company business rep, factory worker, receptionistconstantly struggling against what she calls the hopelessness of being a wage slave. My husband and companion of seventeen years was a $4.50-an-hour warehouse worker when I fell in with him, escaping eventually and with huge relief to become an organizer for the Teamsters. My father had been a copper miner; uncles and grandfathers worked in the mines or for the Union Pacific. So to me, sitting at a desk all day was not only a privilege but a duty: something I owed to all those people in my life, living and dead, who'd had so much more to say than anyone ever got to hear.

Adding to my misgivings, certain family members kept reminding me unhelpfully that I could do this project, after a fashion, without ever leaving my study. I could just pay myself a typical entry-level wage for eight hours a day, charge myself for room and board plus some plausible expenses like gas, and total up the numbers after a month. With the prevailing wages running at $6-$7 an hour in my town and rents at $400 a month or more, the numbers might, it seemed to me, just barely work out all right. But if the question was whether a single mother leaving welfare could survive without government assistance in the form of food stamps, Medicaid, and housing and child care subsidies, the answer was well known before I ever left the comforts of home. According to the National Coalition for the Homeless, in 1998the year I started this projectit took, on average nationwide, an hourly wage of $8.89 to afford a one-bedroom apartment, and the Preamble Center for Public Policy was estimating that the odds against a typical welfare recipient's landing a job at such a living wage were about 97 to 1. Why should I bother to confirm these unpleasant facts? As the time when I could no longer avoid the assignment approached, I began to feel a little like the elderly man I once knew who used a calculator to balance his checkbook and then went back and checked the results by redoing each sum by hand.

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