THE MAN WHO CRIED I AM by John Williams

THE MAN WHO CRIED I AM

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KIRKUS REVIEW

In the rapidly changing pattern of race relations in America, this black Everyman's Journey through three decades of bitterness in which a Negro intellectual assumes the evolving attitudes and proclaims for militancy is a valid, relevant statement, although commercially handi-wrapped for shock and clatter. Max is now dying of cancer in Holland and possesses explosive political information concerning a world-wide conspiracy. He reflects back, on his early struggles as a writer to larger jobs, including a post on the writing team of the President (JFK in all but name--many of the characters are very recognizable--); on his friend, Harry, a prominent Negro writer; on his love for Lillian whose life and unborn child were sacrificed to the white-imposed instability of the Negro; on a trip to Africa of pride and despotism; on Reverend Durrell, a preacher with a white and Negro following; and on Minister Q (Q marks the spot) whose demands for armed defense at the end point to the only way after a lifetime of hurt and humiliation. It is to Minister Q that Max finally reads Harry's legacy--proof of an American conspiracy to eliminate the black Americans... It is curious to see this stance of violence, however legitimately arrived at, packaged in a familiar commercial vehicle--consumer tested sex, pseudo-existential hero, a posture rather than a passion. However this could be a palpable hit.

Pub Date: Oct. 25th, 1967
Publisher: Little, Brown