But can you understand the lyrics if you have not also lived the anguish?
Baldwin's novel is set in Harlem, in the `70's. It is a love story set in adversity, with Tish, a 19 year old pregnant, and her lover, 22 year old Fonny (Alanzo) unjustly imprisoned on trumped-up charges. The novel also involves the interactions of their two respective families to the principal characters' dilemmas, and it involves the efforts of well-intentioned people to free Fonny. There have been several excellent reviews already posted on the specifics in the novel, and it would be superfluous to duplicate them.
After the recent presidential election, the publishing industry certainly is missing a golden opportunity by not issuing a "Baldwin retrospective," along the theme of "how far have we come, and how far have we to go"? I read my first Baldwin,
Another Country (Penguin Modern Classics) while working in the steel mills in Pittsburgh (yeah, that was a long time ago), and consider that book, along with
Go Tell it on the Mountain (Penguin Modern Classics) to be the more powerful. So I am doing my own retrospective, and found this still to be excellent book on the second read, and it is Baldwin's best depiction of heterosexual love.
A particular passage in the book might very easily transcend the specifics of the black-white relationship, and it is one measure that we have not come far enough when I must still uses some dashes to "save sensibilities" (and avoid the review censor) when even Baldwin, in the `70's was able to write out the entire word:
"That same passion which saved Fonny got him into trouble, and put him in jail. For, you see, he had found his centre, his own centre, inside him: and it showed. He wasn't anybody's ni----. And that's a crime, in this fu----- free country. You're supposed to be somebody's ni----. And if you're nobody's ni----, you're a bad ni----: and that's what the cops decided when Fonny moved downtown."
Almost 40 years on, America has a black president, and some blacks have moved out of the underclass. But the demands for "cheap labor" have created another underclass, 12-20 million "illegal immigrants," existing in a nether world, awaiting their own James Baldwin to tell their anguish. Baldwin's works can easily be read as polemics on power relationships in society, transcending racial relations. And since the `70's there has been a significant increase in the concentration of power, certainly economic, but in other ways as well with the so-called "war on terror," which increasingly means that it is a crime if you're not somebody's ni----, whether your male, female, black or white. "Going to Meet the Man" still resonates.
Baldwin, like Richard Wright before him, eventually gave up on America, and found solace in France. His final resting placing is high in the hills overlooking the Mediterranean, at St. Paul de Vence. Outside the "norm" on two fronts, his color, and his sexual orientation, he did indeed live the anguish, and captured it powerfully in words. Much progress has been made on these two fronts that have been used to separate us from each other, but there has only been regression on the concentration of power front.
Baldwin remains an essential read for today.
(Note: Review first published at Amazon, USA, on June 29, 2009)