Marlon James's Blog, page 2

I know, I know, I haven't written in a while, but you try teaching 47 students. I'll be back soon, but you know I could not let the Nobels pass without adding my wildly way-off predictions (Even though I did predict Pamuk and Pinter). My money is on Adonis, largely because a poet is overdue. Don't rule out Roth or Updike, or Doctorow or Oates—That prick's comments may just be him bitching because he didn't get his way. They are overdue a poet, an African and an obscure European novelist.


Final pi

Brilliant black musician, once promising disappears in a vortex of drugs alcohol, public expectation and the dark side of his or her own genius. I thought of my first sentence not because of Sly Stone, Albert Ayler, Rick James, Sam Cooke, Jimi Hendrix, Johnny Hartman, and Billie Holiday, but because of D’Angelo. In an uncharacteristically poignant article in the August issue of Spin, the magazine tried to track down the artist, a man who all but disappeared from the pop universe only years after