Manning Marable has suffered the writer's saddest fate: he died just before the publication of his new book, Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention.
Insert joke about how some writers will do anything to publicize their work.
I never met him, but I exchanged email with him: email from Manning Marable about Malcolm X.
Since he's dead, I feel no guilt about getting his book from the library. It's been reserved.
