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Vol. 16, No. 1: Spring 2010

Working Girl Blues: The Life & Music of Hazel Dickens, and Sing It Pretty: A Memoir by Hazel Dickens and Bill C. Malone (Review)

by Josh Guthman

University of Illinois Press, 2008

Midway through Harlan County, USA, the 1976 Academy Award-winning documentary about a coal miners’ strike in eastern Kentucky, an old miner sits in a lawn chair panting for breath. The camera cuts to a doctor who patiently delivers the diagnosis: pneumoconiosis, the gradual destruction of the lungs caused by long-term exposure to coal dust. But it is Hazel Dickens’s song “Black Lung,” which is intercut with the doctor’s stolid analysis, that tells us all we need know: Black lung, black lung, your hand’s icy cold, As you reach for my life and you torture my soul. Cold as that waterhole down in that dark cave, Where I spent my life’s blood digging my own grave. Sung a cappella in that magpie voice of hers, “Black Lung” sounds like burial hymn and reads like an indictment. It is, like so many of Dickens’s songs, a measure of her singular ability to fuse the cadences of southern mountain music with the insistent demands of the picket line and the union hall.

This article appears as an abstract above, the complete article can be accessed in Project Muse
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