Two men of color: one black, one brown; one American, one Trinidad-Indian; both in a bottomless rage over having been born outsiders into a world dominated by whites; both released into a genius for writing by the force and influence of that very rage. If ever there were a pair of writers who, with roughly equivalent results, made the same virtue out of the same enduring necessity, surely it was V.S. Naipaul and James Baldwin. But it is the difference, not the sameness, between them that is compelling.
Read the entire essay in Vivan Gornick's new book, The Men in My Life, from Boston Review Books.
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Vivian Gornick lives and works in New York. Her most recent books are The Men in My Life, and The Solitutde of Self: Thinking About Elizabeth Cady Stanton.
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