![]() ![]() ![]() It soon became clear that Baldwin was in terrible shape: exhausted, in poor health, worried that he was losing sight of his aims both as a writer and as a man. Baldwin, in his element, eventually fell asleep in an actress’s lap. Engin Cezzar was a Turkish actor who had worked with Baldwin in New York, and he excitedly introduced “Jimmy Baldwin, of literary fame, the famous black American novelist” to the roomful of intellectuals and artists. Baldwin’s arrival at his Turkish friend’s door, in the midst of a party, was, as the friend recalled, a great surprise: two rings of the bell, and there stood a small and bedraggled black man with a battered suitcase and enormous eyes. Then, rather than proceed as he had planned to Africa-a part of the world he was not ready to confront-he decided to visit a friend in Istanbul. ![]() Photograph by Steve Schapiroįeeling more than usually restless, James Baldwin flew from New York to Paris in the late summer of 1961, and from there to Israel. ![]()
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