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Virginia Reeves - Work Like Any Other

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Roscoe T Martin set his sights on a new type of power spreading at the start of the twentieth century: electricity. It became his training, his lifes work. But when his wife, Marie, inherits her fathers failing farm, Roscoe has to give up his livelihood, with great cost to his sense of self, his marriage, and his family. Realizing he might lose them all if he doesnt do something, he begins to use his skills as an electrician to siphon energy from the state, ushering in a period of bounty and happiness. Even the love of Marie and their child seem back within Roscoes grasp. Then a young man working for the state power company stumbles on Roscoes illegal lines and is electrocuted, and everything changes: Roscoe is arrested; the farm once more starts to deteriorate; and Marie abandons her husband, leaving him to face his twenty-year sentence alone. Now an unmoored Roscoe must carve out a place at Kilby Prison. Climbing the ranks of the incarcerated from dairy hand to librarian to dog boy, an inmate who helps the guards track down escapees, he is ultimately forced to ask himself once more if his work is just that, or if the price of his crimes for him and his family is greater than he ever let himself believe.

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Virginia Reeves

Work Like Any Other

For my grandmother, Therese Reeves

Alabama does not mean Here we rest. It never did.

Mrs. L. B. Bush, from A Decade of Progress in Alabama, 1924

Kilby Prison marks the impending transfer of the State of Alabama from the rear ranks of prison management to the front ranks. Alabama is following the example of the State of New York and the State of Virginia in establishing a central distributing prison to which prisoners will be sent immediately upon their conviction, and where they will receive: first, a thorough study of their history; second, a most thorough examination, mental and physical, by trained experts; third, a thorough course of treatment to remove any remedial defects; fourth, assignment to that prison and employment for which the convict is best adapted; and fifth, a systematic course of reformatory treatment and training, in order that the prisoner may be restored to society, if possible, a self-respecting, upright, useful and productive citizen.

Hastings H. Hart, from Social Progress of Alabama, 1922

PART I

CHAPTER 1

The electrical transformers that would one day kill George Haskin sat high on a pole about ten yards off the northeast corner of the farm where Roscoe T Martin lived with his family. There were three transformers in all, and they stepped down electricity that belonged to Alabama Power, stepped it down to run on new lines along a farm fence, then on through the woods, then straight to the farmhouse and the barn. Roscoe built the transformers himself. He built the lines. He did not have permission.

The idea for running in power arrived nearly a year before the power itself. He shouldve been eating dinner with his family, but hed hurt his son and made his wife cry, so he was walking the cursed land his wife had forced him to. He took the path through the north corn to bring him close to the new power lines along Old Hissup Road. The corn was to his hips, still young, and the giant grasses brushed his fingers, a sickly feeling that set him shaking out his hands as if to unseat an insect. Of all the crops on his wifes land, corn was Roscoes least favorite, something obscene in its size and growth, in its stalks and blades and seeds everything too big.

His wife and son had been reading together on the sofa, an oil lamp on the tall table behind them lighting the pages. When hed first courted the boys mother, Roscoe had read with her, but she shared books with their son now.

They hadnt looked up when Roscoe came into the room.

What are you reading? he asked.

A book, his son mumbled, snuggling closer to his mother.

Roscoe peered at the cover. Parnassus on Wheels, huh? Whats it about?

Annoyance showed on Maries face. Its about a woman who owns a traveling bookshop. She has a brother shes sick of caring for. Her voice was weary, as though she were talking to a troublesome child shirking his lessons. The brother refuses to work the farm.

She seemed to recognize her overstep before Roscoe reacted, offering him some kind of conciliatory gesture, an uncertain stretch of her hand that he slapped away. Gerald sank deeper into her side.

I am not the ugly one here, Roscoe said to her. You knew I wasnt going to become a farmer.

Shed reached for his arm again, but the anger came quick, the way it did, pushing him taller, shooting him toward that ceiling her daddy had plastered himself. Roscoe wrenched the book from Maries hands and threw it across the room, where it broke a ceramic plate that hung on the wall.

Go upstairs, Gerald, Marie said.

But Roscoe leaned down into his sons face. You reading about a lowlife like your pa? Some shiftless loaf-about who wont work his own farm? The boys eyes went wide, the whites of them showing all round, and he tucked his lips inside his mouth like a coward.

Roscoe put his hands on Geralds arms and lifted him away from his mother. Marie grabbed hold of Geralds shirt, but Roscoe had a firm grip. He held the boy in front of his face, squeezing his upper arms. He whispered, I am smarter than youll ever be.

Then Marie had appeared again in his vision, clawing at his arm and his face, screaming at Roscoe to stop, and he did he dropped their son at his wifes feet and slammed himself out the front door to walk the ugly fields to the power lines he loved.

A farm was no place for an electrician. Hed said it enough times, and hed wallowed away the past year tinkering with an old mechanical thresher and reading in his late father-in-laws library. Every day, Marie asked him what he was going to do, and every day, he said, Anything but work this goddamned farm.

You came, she replied. You didnt have to.

Her resentment was as strong as his, stronger even, with what hed just done. The boys arms would be bruised.

Roscoe stood under the nearest of the power lines. The air was darkening around him, and the cicadas had started their crying, wiry and metallic. If Maries father hadnt died, Roscoe would still be working in the powerhouse back at Lock 12. Theyd be living in the village, and he would be doing the work he loved.

Roscoe had a letter from his old foreman his job was open for him should he wish to come back.

He was considering exactly that option when the idea for the transformers came, a vision before him two or three of them perched on a freshly raised pole, linked up to new lines hed twist himself. He saw light fixtures in the farmhouse, the kitchen appliances Marie had loved back in the village. And he saw the farm saved. Surely, electricity had the power to do that.

Exhaustion finally sent him back toward the house, and in the midst of the cornfield he recognized exactly how electricity could save Maries land. He would electrify that damn thresher wasnt that what he was already trying to do? and hed have that great machine do the work of the men Marie hired every season with money they didnt have. The thresher would run for free on their pirated power, and the farm would see a profit, as it had only in the legends of Maries childhood.

He chewed on the idea for a month before taking it to Wilson.

MARIE was on the front porch, drinking coffee and reading the almanac. Shed barely spoken to Roscoe since their fight before his walk in the corn, and she refused to acknowledge him when he came through the screen door.

The day was mild and green, everything growing in the April sun.

Do you know where I can find Wilson? Roscoe asked.

Marie didnt look up.

Marie, do you know where Wilson is?

She kept her eyes down. Hes working.

Roscoe wished he could tell her instead, that she were the person hed go to with news or ideas. He wished for an invitation on her face, something welcoming, even just the hint of a smile. Marie, he wanted to say, I have something for you to liken to your birds. Marie was a birder a thing hed loved about her from the start always catching a tune, a pattern, an errant flit of blue in the holly, and she defined people and ideas by the birds they typified. Shed called him a cedar waxwing early in their courtship, the two of them walking along the Coosa River. The waxwing is known for its bandit eyes and tips of yellow and orange. Look, shed said. See that? Theyre eating the dried berries. She pointed out the birds haphazard flight, wheeling and turning over the water. Theyre drunk as beggars up there. The berries are all fermented now. Shed paused. Youre a waxwing. All this electricity getting you drunk. Later, she admitted that they were her favorite, these drunken birds, and Roscoe had taken it as a compliment that was both rough and tender.

Roscoe couldnt remember the last time Marie had pointed out a waxwing. He couldnt remember the last time anything had been tender between them.

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