The Man in My Basement

The Man in My Basement

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Hailed as a masterpiece-the finest work yet by an American novelist of the first rank-The Man in My Basement tells the story of Charles Blakey, a young black man who can't find a job, drinks too much, and, worst of all, stands to lose the beautiful home that has belonged to his family for generations. But Charles's fortunes take an odd turn when a stranger offers nearly $50,000 to rent out Charles's basement-and soon, as the boarder transforms the basement into a prison cell, Charles finds himself drawn into circumstances almost unimaginably bizarre and profoundly unsettling.

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ISBN-13: 9781586215842
Publisher: Hachette Audio
Publication date: 01/28/2004
Edition description: Unabridged, 3 Cassettes, 4 hours
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 1.25(h) x 9.00(d)

About the Author

Walter Mosley (b.1952) is an American author of crime fiction best known for his Easy Rawlins detective series. Mosley began the series in 1990 with his book Devil in the Blue Dress, which was later adapted into a 1995 movie of the same name starring Denzel Washington. Some of the latest titles in the series include Little Green, Rose Gold, and Charcoal Joe. In 2016 Mosley was named Grand Master by the Mystery Writers of America.


New York, New York

Date of Birth:

January 12, 1952

Place of Birth:

Los Angeles, California


B.A., Johnson State College

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The Man in My Basement

By Walter Mosley

Little, Brown

Copyright © 2004 Walter Mosley
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-316-57082-6

Chapter One

"Mr. Blakey?" the small white man asked.

I had answered the door expecting big Clarance Mayhew and his cousin Ricky. The three of us had a standing date to play cards on Thursday nights. I was surprised even to hear the doorbell because it was too early for my friends to have made it home from work and neither one of them would have rung the bell anyway. Wed been friends since childhood, since my grandparents owned the house.

"My house is your house," I always said to Clarance and Ricky. I never locked the door because we lived in a secluded colored neighborhood way back from the highway. Everybody knows everybody in my neighborhood, so strangers don't go unnoticed. If somebody stole something from me, Id have known who it was, what kind of car he drove, and the numbers on his license plate before he was halfway to Southampton.

"Yes," I said to the small, bald-headed white man in the dark-green suit. "I'm Blakey."

"You have a stand-up basement, Mr. Blakey," the white man told me.

"Say what?"

"Teddy Odett down at Odett Realty said that you had a basement where a man could stand fully erect, one that has electricity and running water."

"This house isnt for sale, mister."

"Bennet. Anniston Bennet. I'm from Greenwich, Connecticut."

"Well this house isn't for sale, Mr. Bennet." I thought the small man would hunch his shoulders, or maybe give me a mean frown if he was used to getting his way. Either way I expected him to leave.

"Oh yes," he said instead. "I know that. Your family has owned this beautiful home for seven generations or more. Mr. Odett told me that. I know it isn't for sale. I'm interested in renting."

"Renting? Like an apartment?"

The man made a face that might have been a smile, or an apology. He let his head loll over his right shoulder and blinked while showing his teeth for a moment.

"Well, not exactly," he said. "I mean yes but not in the conventional way."

His body moved restlessly but his feet stayed planted as if he were a child who was just learning how to speak to adults.

"Well it's not for rent. It's just an old basement. More spiders down there than dust and theres plentya dust."

Mr. Bennet's discomfort increased with my refusal. His small hands clenched as if he were holding on to a railing against high winds.

I didn't care. That white man was a fool. We didnt take in white boarders in my part of the Sag Harbor. I was trying to understand why the real-estate agent Teddy Odett would even refer a white man to my neighborhood.

"I want to rent your basement for a couple of months this summer, Mr. Blakey."

"I just told you -"

"I can make it very much worth your while."

It was his tone that cut me off. Suddenly he was one of those no-nonsense-white-men-in-charge. What he seemed to be saying was "I know something that you had better listen to, fool. Here you think you know what's going on when really you dont have a clue."

I knew that there were white people in the Hamptons that rented their homes for four and five thousand dollars a month over the summer. I owned a home like that. It was three stories high and about two hundred years old. It was in excellent shape too. My father had worked at keeping it up to code, as he'd say, for most of his life.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bennet," I said again.

"I'm willing to pay quite a bit for what I want, Mr. Blakey," the white man said, no longer fidgeting or wagging his head. He was looking straight at me with eyes as blue as you please.

"No," I said, a little more certain.

"Maybe this is a bad time. Will you call me when youve had a chance to think about it? Maybe discuss it with your wife?" He handed me a small white business card as he spoke.

"No wife, no roommate, Mr. Bennet. I live alone and I like it like that."

"Sometimes," he said and then hesitated, "sometimes an opportunity can show up just at the right moment. Sometimes that opportunity might be looking you in the face and you dont quite recognize it."

It was almost as if he were threatening me. But he was mild and unassuming. Maybe it was a sales technique he was working out-that's what I thought at the time.

"Can I call you later to see if you've changed your mind?" he asked.

"You can call all you want," I said, regretting the words as they came out of my mouth. "But I'm not renting anything to anybody."

"Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Blakey." The white man smiled and shook my hand just as if I had said yes to him. "Thats my office number in Manhattan on the card. Id give you my home phone, but I work more than anything else. I hope I'll be hearing from you. If not I will certainly call again."

Before I could say anything else, the little man turned away and walked down to a Volkswagen, the new Bug, parked at the curb. It was a turquoise car that reminded me of an iridescent seven-year beetle.

He made a U-turn and sped away.

Across the street Irene Littleneck was watching from her porch.

"Everything okay, Mr. Blakey?" she called.

"Just a salesman, Miss Littleneck."

"What's he sellin?"

"I didnt even get to that," I lied. "You dont buy if youre unemployed."

Irene Littleneck, eighty years old and black as tar, flashed her eyes at me. All the way across the road those yellow eyes called me a liar. So I turned my back on them and went into the house.


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Man in My Basement 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 22 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I finished it, but did not enjoy it
Guest More than 1 year ago
Man in my Basement is yet another rabbit that Walter Mosley has pulled out of his bottomless, myriad of a hat. He is the Pied Piper of Escapism. Please never, never, never stop writing, Walter.
Magadri on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not an easy read, but definitely rewarding. I just happened to come across this book in a bargain bin at Barnes & Noble, and I still can't for the life of me figure out why it was in a bargain bin-- it should have been showcased!
WintersRose on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Walter Mosley's book portrays a young, unemployed, alcoholic, irresponsible black man, Charles Blakely, who allows a white powerbroker, Anniston Bennet, to take up residence in a cage in his family home in exchange for a large sum of money. Charles's conversations with Bennet about good and evil and power cause Charles to evaluate his life. The women in Charles's life--the passionate Bethany, the antiquities dealer, Narciss, and the wealthy white girl, Extine, as well as an elderly neighbor, Irene--all invest Charles with qualities they imagine they see in him, but Charles hasn't figured out who he really is. He feels that even his best friends Clarence and Ricky really have no idea who he is. Charles develops a sense of responsibility toward the heritage his family has left him, but by the end of the book still hasn't figured out how to connect with the people in his life in a meaningful way.This is a book that will keep your attention and provoke a lot of thought. The image of the African masks that are part of Charles's inheritance, Charles's conversations with Anniston Bennet, and Charles's thought about himself and his role in life bring real depth to this novel. It's defnitely worth a second read.
the_awesome_opossum on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A poor black man named Charles Blakey, who can't get a job and is about to lose his family's house, is one day approached a very rich white man named Anniston Bennett. Bennett is interested in living in Blakey's basement - not just as a tenant but as a prisoner. He'll give Charles enough money to comfortably live off of, and in return Charles feeds him and keeps him in confinementBut Bennett has a dark past that needs to be uncovered - and while he works on it, Charles has to work on his own past, and present. The Man in My Basement is an excellent and thought-provoking story about guilt and responsibility
captom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Allegory of race, power and the American way
Djupstrom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Ok book. I think it was a social commentary on slavery. I think. It was alright. Nothing to write home about.
JFBallenger on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another absorbing book from Walter Mosley, who continues to stretch well beyond his popular (and extraordinary) series of Easy Rawlins mystery novels. The plot is simple and trades masterfully in the elements of the noir fiction of which Mosley is a master. Charles Blakey, the narrator, is a black man in his thirties living listlessly alone in his deceased parents house -- a beautiful and spacious home that has been in his family for generations. He has just lost his job and cannot get another, and has fallen so badly behind in his mortgage payments that he is in danger of losing the house. Mysteriously, a middle-aged white man calling himself Anniston Bennet shows up at his door one day, asking to rent his basement cellar for the summer and promising to pay an amount of money that would solve Blakey's financial trouble. Though deeply suspicious, Blakey cannot refuse the deal and enters into a twisted and illuminating relationship in which he becomes at once the stranger's jailer, servant, apprentice, and confessor. Mosley uses their relationship to explore broad themes of race, power, morality, global justice and responsibility. My only significant criticism of the book is that some of the secondary characters seem somewhat hastily and crudely developed. This is significant because they play an important role in the novel, presenting contrasts and extensions of what is going on with Blakey and Bennet. This is a very quick read; I would've liked to see Mosley spend some more pages developing the minor characters as well.
LastCall on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A deceptively simple tale. There is a lot more going on here then the simple prose indicates. There is character growth but no finality to that growth. He will continue forward well past the ending.
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poprejectdream More than 1 year ago
Walter Mosley is one of my favorite writers and I very much liked this book. Futureland is still my favorite book of his though, and it seems it always will be. Perhaps it is because that was the first work of his that I read. Or perhaps I just like his short stories better than his novels. I will continue reading his works for the rest of my life.
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Miss_J More than 1 year ago
The only reason I finished the book is because I made myself due to my curiosity. In the end, not pleased at all.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read all of Walter Mosley's books, and especially love his Easy Rawlins series,this was the first book by Mr. Mosley that I found disappointing. The first few chapters were good,the writing flowed,and I read the book in one sitting. However, as the story progressed, it just became wierd and unrealistic. I couldn't wait to get to the end,I kept thinking that there was some big mystery that was about to be revealed, but the ending was abrupt and VERY anticlimatic.
Guest More than 1 year ago
What people won't do for money! The theme of this book was very strange but the writing was superb as you would come to expect from Walter Mosley. It wasn't a hard read but I tended to drift away and then have to come back. Not my favorite for sure.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Man In My Basement is a fast paced and interesting read. I am a Walter Mosely fan especially the Easy Rawlings series, but this book made you think and wonder about what people would do for money. If you are an avid reader, then this is one book that you need to read and add to your collection. Great job, Walter.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book voraciously in just a few hours. For some reason I was unable to put it down. Although it kept me intrigued, I am unable to put my finger on the source of the intrigue. The ending lacked what I had expected to be a strong twist or surprise. It felt empty as though someone removed the last 50 pages that were intended to complete the book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was the first book I have read by Mosley so I am not familiar with his other books or how he writes. I can say this is NOT what I expected. Saying this it's hard to explain what I had trouble with. I suppose I assumed a more mysterious or evil reasoning for the cage. I just waited for there to be more. There wasn't. I don't think this was a bad book, for the most part I enjoyed it. I just had some other ideas about it and it dissappointed me.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Walter Mosley has done it again with writing a novel filled with themes and thoughts of the mind that other writers have yet to achieve. Mr. Mosely has written with the intrigue and insight which takes the reader on ride that twists just enough to keep the pages turning. Mr.Mosely deserves a hats off on this one and a big thank you for writing this great novel that I will be telling my friends to buy and is worth the read! I see this maybe becoming a movie.,Lights Camera Action Denzel Washington!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Charles Blakey can claim American descendents back to the seventeenth century that would make many DAR members envious except that his ancestors were free blacks. He lives in the same house as seven generations of Blakeys have in Sag Harbor, New York, but feels more like an aimless wastrel when he looks back at his ancestor¿s accomplishments. Currently, he needs money or soon he will be displaced from his family home. Wealthy white male Anniston Bennet offers Charles 50,000 dollars for two months if he stays locked in the basement of the Blakey home. Reluctantly, Blakely accepts though he cannot understand his renter¿s motive. As he cleans out his basement, Charles learns from dealer Narciss Gully that he can make more money selling valuable family antiques. Still he proceeds with the deal somewhat fascinated by his cellar dweller¿s apparent need for redemption through punishment for a transgression involving his deceased uncle. However these sixty days lead the two men to strangely bond as both try to flee from their respective pasts, but are learning you cannot truly rewrite history only reinterpret haunting events.

THE MAN IN MY BASEMENT is a different type of tale than the Easy Rawlins or Fearless Jones mysteries. Walter Mosley provides a deep parable that makes the reader consider abstract concepts: responsibility and accountability of the individual to society, family and self; personal guilt over one¿s actions and how to attain salvation in a winking society that typically spins wallpaper of wealthy indiscretion. The lead couple is a fascinating duo whose relationship constantly changes, but foremost this terrific tale is a philosopher¿s stone of ideas coaxing the reader to introspective pondering.

Harriet Klausner