Farewell to a Dream of Baldwin
The Eclipse of the Old School
In the summer of 1989, at a buppie pool party in Southern California I discovered in the writing of Toni Morrison’s Beloved something I had been searching all my life to find. In retrospect, it was inevitable. It wasn't a discovery but rather the culmination of what I had been raised to believe and understand. It was that black mountain my generation ha…
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