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Black Boy: A Record of Childhood and Youth
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Black Boy: A Record of Childhood and Youth Paperback - 2007

by Wright, Richard; Wright, Malcolm [Afterword]; Wideman, John Edgar [Foreword];

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Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2007-03-27. Paperback. Acceptable. 8x5x1.
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Summary

Richard Wright grew up in the woods of Mississippi amid poverty, hunger, fear, and hatred. He lied, stole, and raged at those around him; at six he was a "drunkard," hanging about in taverns. Surly, brutal, cold, suspicious, and self-pitying, he was surrounded on one side by whites who were either indifferent to him, pitying, or cruel, and on the other by blacks who resented anyone trying to rise above the common lot.Black Boy is Richard Wright's powerful account of his journey from innocence to experience in the Jim Crow South. It is at once an unashamed confession and a profound indictment—a poignant and disturbing record of social injustice and human suffering.

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"The restored text, established by the Library of America." "Originally published in 1945 by Harper & Brothers ... The text as restored by the Library of America was published in 1991 ... First HarperPerennial edition published 1993"--T.p. verso. Includes bibliographical references (p. [409]-419).

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One winter morning in the long-ago, four-year-old days of my life I found myself standing before a fireplace, warming my hands over a mound of glowing coals, listening to the wind whistle past the house outside.

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