Notes from No Man’s Land By Eula Biss | Graywolf Press | 244 pages, $15

“The day I moved into my first apartment, I discovered that the reason the kitchen had looked so big was that there was no refrigerator,” Eula Biss writes in “Goodbye to All That,” an essay in her fine new collection, Notes from No Man’s Land. What the young, just-moved-to-New-York Biss may have realized is that even the obvious is often not at all obvious; things look great, until you notice what’s missing. What the mature author culls from that earlier observation is that there are reasons we don’t see the missing refrigerator, particularly when it comes to race.

Working diligently to parse those reasons, Biss poses a series of questions. How it is that a younger white generation might believe that racism has been conquered? What is implied by an educational mandate to not only teach students but to make them into “better people”? What does it mean to be white? Her argument, filtering into each essay, is that our country discusses race too predictably—we’ve learned how to tell the story, but it doesn’t mean that’s how it happened. Biss’s technique, which is infuriating but effective, is to interweave her personal experiences with historical narrative and reportage to create a more finely striated version of that story.

A former journalist who teaches nonfiction writing at Northwestern, Biss is at her strongest when she delves into history, working the microfilm machine to construct her tale. In her introductory essay, she recounts the severe distaste many Americans felt for the first telephone poles to go up in their neighborhoods. By 1889, The New York Times was reporting a veritable anti-telephone-pole crusade: “Wherever telephone companies were erecting poles, home owners and business owners were sawing them down or defending their sidewalks with rifles.” But once the poles were in place—wending their way across the American landscape and bringing, as Thomas Edison declared, “the human family in closer touch”—we the people used them as the means to a different end. “In 1898,” the author writes, “in Lake Cormorant, Mississippi, a black man was hanged from a telephone pole. And in Weir City, Kansas. And in Brookhaven, Mississippi. And in Tulsa, Oklahoma, where the hanged man was riddled with bullets.”

Biss enumerates twenty-two telephone-pole lynchings in that first short essay. “The poles, of course, were not to blame,” she writes. “It was only coincidence that they became convenient as gallows, because they were tall and straight, with a crossbar, and because they stood in public places. And it was only coincidence that the telephone poles so closely resembled crucifixes.” This historical nugget, which Biss masterfully juxtaposes against the growth of national interconnectedness, conveys a terrifying truth: whatever we claim to remember, there are portions of our history that we have forgotten. It is, in effect, the missing refrigerator in the kitchen.

There are many other missing or unspoken “Notes from No Man’s Land.” (This phrase, both the title of the collection and of a longer essay that looks to Laura Ingalls Wilder and the pioneers to decipher the process of gentrification in Chicago, echoes throughout the book.) In San Diego, where Biss worked for an African-American community paper, the Voice and Viewpoint, there’s the story of a black woman with a ten-year-old felony conviction for discharging a gun with gross negligence. Despite having paid for her crime years before with a brief, incident-free probation, Eve Johnson’s attempts to gain custody of her grandchildren were consistently thwarted by the system. “The gun in Ms. Johnson’s story was functioning, again and again, as an excuse for the inexcusable,” recalls Biss. Scarcely more excusable was the “gag order” from the presiding judge warning Johnson not to talk to the paper.

Jane Kim is a writer in New York.