
I'm not in love with Wright's writing style. I read Black Boy in college and felt like it suffered from the same problems: overly preachy and wordy, with long drawn out speeches and long drawn out (and repetitive) descriptions of how characters are feeling. I felt like he easily could have knocked 100 pages off this thing and still been just as effective--if not more so!
Still, passages of the novel have an intensity hard to match. At the end of Book I, when Bigger kills for the first time, I was left breathless--with horror and with shock. There's more to go from there, and Wright steadily and monotonously beats his message drum into the text, but in that savagery--and in a few scenes later on--he gets into the heart of the issue more than pages of philosophizing does. One more classic down, and though not one I would probably teach in class, one I'm glad to have read. Of course, click to buy.
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