As I started reading this, I realized it’s nonfiction—a beautifully painful compilation of essays Baldwin wrote before turning thirty. He’s a genius. Discusses everything from being a writer to his relationship to his father to what it means to be a foreigner in a European world, to, you know, the daily Black struggles currently still plaguing the US. You’ve to read it. The prose alone is wonderful. His thoughts express sentiments still echoing decades later: the Black experience in a world where the power is held by the white (a group ironically becoming the minority).