Sarah Reese, the teenage daughter of a powerful Washington, D.C. judge, is dead, her body discovered in a slum in the shadow of the Capitol. Though the police promptly arrest three local black kids, newspaper reporter Sully Carter suspects there’s more to the case. Reese’s slaying might be related to a string of cold cases the police barely investigated, among them the recent disappearance of a gorgeous university student.
A journalist brought home from war-torn Bosnia and hobbled by loss, rage, and alcohol, Sully encounters a city rife with its own brand of treachery and intrigue. Weaving through D.C.’s broad avenues and shady backstreets on his Ducati 916 motorcycle, Sully comes to know not just the city’s pristine monuments of power but the blighted neighborhoods beyond the reach of the Metro. With the city clamoring for a conviction, Sully pursues the truth about the murders—all against pressure from government officials, police brass, suspicious locals, and even his own bosses at the paper.
A wry, street-smart hero with a serious authority problem, Sully delves into a deeply layered mystery, revealing vivid portraits of the nation’s capital from the highest corridors of power to D.C.’s seedy underbelly, where violence and corruption reign supreme—and where Sully must confront the back-breaking line between what you think and what you know, and what you know and what you can print. Inspired by the real-life 1990s Princeton Place murders and set in the last glory days of the American newspaper, The Ways of the Dead is a wickedly entertaining story of race, crime, the law, and the power of the media. Neely Tucker delivers a flawless rendering of a fast-paced, scoop-driven newsroom—investigative journalism at its grittiest.
Neely Tucker was born in Holmes County, Mississippi, then the poorest county in the poorest state in America, in 1963. He has since worked in more than sixty countries or territories across the world and currently writes for The Washington Post’s Sunday Magazine. His memoir, “Love in the Driest Season,” was named one of the best 25 Books of 2004 by Publisher’s Weekly, the American Bookseller’s Association, the New York City Library and won numerous other awards.
A seventh-generation Mississippian, he attended Mississippi State and the University of Mississippi, graduating magna cum laude from the latter, and was named as the University’s top journalism student. In college, he started writing for The Oxford Eagle as their “Yalobusha County correspondent,” which is perhaps the best job title any one has ever had. It was the smallest daily newspaper in Mississippi, and as such he covered everything from high school sports to county commission meetings to homicides to the Watermelon Queen festival.
After college, he worked at Florida Today, Gannett News Service and the Miami Herald, all in a four-year span. Moving to the Detroit Free Press, he lived in a loft above a downtown pizzeria, froze in the winters, and was named to run the paper’s European Bureau in early 1993.
Based in Warsaw, Poland, he datelined from forty-eight countries in forty-eight months. He principally reported on the war in the former Yugoslavia, but also covered violent episodes in Armenia, Israel and the West Bank, Lebanon, Iraq and several former Soviet provinces.
The reporting on these entailed hiring a Russian helicopter to fly into Ushguli, Georgia, a mountain area so remote it was cut off from the rest of world during the winter months; walking across an airport tarmac in Italy to hitch a ride on a U.S. Apache attack helicopter; walking through the foothills of the French/Italian Alps with a pair of illegal Romanian clandestines; sailing with whale hunters in Norway; examining the remains of Auschwitz; and, like everybody else in Sarajevo, running from sniper and mortar fire during the Bosnian war.
In 1997, he moved to the paper’s Africa bureau, based in Zimbabwe. He reported from more than fifteen countries across the continent in three years, including covering civil wars or violent uprisings in Rwanda, Burundi, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Ethiopia, Uganda, Sierra Leone and Liberia, as well as the U.S. Embassy bombing in Kenya. He was beaten by a mob in Kinshasa and, while covering public executions in Kigali, was saved from another mob beating by Rwandan Army officers.
At home in Zimbabwe, the country was collapsing under the weight of the Mugabe regime and the AIDS epidemic. These war experiences, and the adoption of his gorgeous elder daughter from a state-run orphanage in Harare, provided the basis of Driest Season. They also intrigued Elmore Leonard, a friend in Detroit, to use him as the basis and namesake for a foreign correspondent in “Cuba Libre.”
Since 2000, he has worked for The Washington Post. He has covered the U.S. District Court in Washington and its appellate division, generally seen as the nation’s number two court beneath the U.S. Supreme Court. His assignments include covering anthrax and terrorism after 9/11, the 2004 tsunami in Southern Asia and the fate of returning prison inmates.
He’s balanced these rough-hewn assignments over the years with reporting on the arts. He hung out with Bo Diddley at his home in rural Florida and knocked back moonshine with blues legend Buddy Guy at his club in Chicago. In Europe, he wrote about American jazz exiles in Paris such as Steve Lacy and Steve Potts.
At a recording studio on a snowy night in New York in the mid 1990s, he sat with Abbey Lincoln and Nellie Monk while the former recorded one of her legendary late-in-life discs,and he and the latter drank cognac and discussed the problem of split ends in hair care. He later had a three-hour lunch with Lincoln, which left him too starstruck to actually write a story about it all. He’s also wandered D.C. neighborhoods with Pulitzer-Prize winning author Edward P. Jones, chatted with Billy Joel at his Long Island motorcycle shop, made small talk Kid Rock backstage at Kenny Chesney concert, and had lunch on the Sunset Strip with actress Taraji P. Henson.
Lastly, “Life After Death,” a story about his wife’s seven-year odyssey to help convict her daughter’s killer, was nominated by the Post for the 2011 Pulitzer Prize. You can find many of these stories under the “Other Writings” tab on this site.
His wife, Carol, is a native of Manchester Parish, Jamaica. Chipo, his elder daughter, hails from Zimbabwe. They have four-year-old twins, Drew and Paige, who are half Mississippian and half Jamaican, which is sort of an interesting combination. Sully, the big black dog, is their Rottweiler. He is very good at wiggling his stump, taking naps and scaring the bejesus out of people.
When he is not writing, Neely is usually on his motorcycle, out for a long run or sipping bourbon on the back porch, wishing that Mississippi State and the New Orleans Saints would win more football games than they actually do.
