Review: Sarah Kerr on Carlos Bulosan

That I know of, here are a few of the jobs my grandfather held after his dream of completing high school in Wyoming fell through. He was a butler, a driver, a cook at a mountain hotel; he had his own tiny restaurant that ended up catching fire; and he worked the land. During the Depression he rode the freight trains—the Long Cadillac, he called them—up …

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