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True rebels, after all, are as rare as true lovers, and, in both cases, to mistake a fever for a passion can destroy one’s life James Baldwin's another nonfiction book although I think the line between his fiction works and nonfiction is so thin. This time, I know, later find myself mostly rememberin Leggi tutto

While not Baldwin‘s best essay collection (see The Fire Next Time ), this is a favorite for me. It‘s melancholy, an end of an era book. Baldwin writes about the assassinated (Medgar Evers, MLK, Malcom X and others), the incarcerated (Huey Newton, etc), and about his failed attempt to make a movie on Leggi tutto

« Nor can you get a meal anywhere in the South without being confronted with grits : a pale, lumpy, tasteless kind of porridge which the Southerner insists is a delicacy but which I believe they ingest as punishment for their sins » i can personally attest to this fact, that’s probably somethin Leggi tutto