Sad news, which I missed while travelling this weekend. Jackson’s own (though he wouldn’t likely claim it) Williams was a writer and thinker whose work is criminally underrated. I have never understood why he wasn’t much more popular than he was. I find him a better novelist (and more “radical”) than James Baldwin and every bit the equal of Richard Wright as a writer, if less immediately palatable to the literati.
Start with The Man Who Cried I Am, if you can find it, then continue on to Clifford’s Blues (which is in print). He also wrote nonfiction, and, with his son, wrote a book on Richard Pryor. He also wrote poetry. He will be missed. Condolences to his family.