"The Good Lord Bird," James McBride's 2013 novel about a young boy in abolitionist John Brown's ragtag army, is probably the funniest book about slavery you will ever read.
His 1996 memoir, "The Color of Water," about his mother's difficult life — mistreated by her harsh father, impoverished after her husband died — might be the funniest book about abuse and poverty you will ever read.
"It's just my nature," McBride said recently in a lengthy phone interview from Pittsburgh, where he was to deliver a lecture. He will speak on Wednesday night at the University of Minnesota.
"It's just how I am. I just don't see the point in sitting around hollering the blues over things you have no control over. It's all in God's hands. If you don't have humor, you're not going to make it. You're going to be one of those people who walks around with your head about to explode."
McBride laughs easily, gently, a quiet chuckle more than a guffaw, but this does not mean that he finds everything funny. Humor, he notes, depends on context. He looks at some of the things that pass as funny in mainstream culture — such as Garrison Keillor's Lake Wobegon stories — and he is left cold.
"I don't come from Lake Wobegon, and that world is not mine. It's not that funny to me," he said. "It's funny to other people, and I'm not judging it, but the world that I come from is not considered funny by other people as well. There's so much pain in it."
McBride, 57, has three children and lives in New Jersey and New York, where he is Distinguished Writer-in-Residence at New York University. His mother, Ruth, was the daughter of Polish Jews who settled in Virginia. When Ruth moved to New York and married a black man, a minister named Dennis McBride, her parents said kaddish and sat shiva for her; in their eyes, she was now dead.
James was the eighth of her 12 children, and as a boy he sometimes wished that his mother were a different color.