James Baldwin - The Last Interview

James Baldwin - The Last Interview And Other Conversations

'I was not born to be what someone said I was. I was not born to be defined by someone else, but by myself, and myself only.' James Baldwin lived by that creed. When, in the fall of 1987, the poet Quincy Troupe travelled to the south of France to interview a critically ill James Baldwin, they knew it was his last chance to speak at length about his life and work. The result is one of the most eloquent and revelatory interviews of Baldwin's career, ranging widely over his youth in Harlem, his friendship with Miles Davis and Toni Morrison and his thoughts on race.
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fira@orufrey
4.5 stars
Jan 9, 2023

baldwin had a beautiful mind. i loved his insights; many of them will stay with me a while.

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Isabella Agostino@bellaray
5 stars
Jul 24, 2024
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Jorge Amigo@amigo
4 stars
Jul 5, 2024
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Nicole Vanderbilt@nmvandy
4 stars
Sep 2, 2022

Highlights

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fira@orufrey

Your troubles are always coming. And Cadillacs don't get you through. And neither do psychiatrists, incidentally. All that gets you through it, really, is some faith in life, which is not so easy to achieve.

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fira@orufrey

Freedom is a very dangerous thing. Anything else is disastrous. But freedom is dangerous. You've got to make choices. You've got to make very dangerous choices. You've got to be taught that your life is in your hands.

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fira@orufrey

It is almost impossible to assess what was lost, which makes it impossible to assess what is gained.

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fira@orufrey

It is one thing to demand justice in literature, and another thing to face the price that one has got to pay for it in life.

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fira@orufrey

You go to white movies and, like everybody else, you fall in love with Joan Crawford, and you root for the Good Guys who are killing off the Indians. It comes as a great psychological collision when you realize all of these things are really metaphors for your oppression, and will lead into a kind of psychological warfare in which you may perish.

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fira@orufrey

What struck me was the fact that she was singing, as you say, about a disaster, which had almost killed her, and she accepted it and was going beyond it. The fantastic understatement in it. It is the way I want to write, you know.