With food for thought from an African-American perspective degenerating into the sloppy, malnutritioned mess that's taken hold of the masses
, it makes losing the literary voices that really matter all the more bittersweet. One of the brightest lights that ushered in the new reading renaissance of the 1990's has dimmed with the passing of Bebe Moore Campbell
. If you happen to be a writing junkie like myself, it's hard to not have an appreciation for what Ms. Campbell contributed. Her honesty was unflinching as the words flowed from the soul and onto the page in such contemporary triumphs like Brothers and Sisters
, Your Blues Ain't Like Mine
and Sweet Summer, Growing Up With and Without My Dad
. Her gifts held an uncanny ability to make you laugh and alternately eek out tears often within the same chapter. She was also unafraid to delve into subjects often swept under the carpet such as the effects of mental illness in 2005's 72 Hour Hold
. However, the beauty of writing lies in the fact her legacy remains with quality pieces for others to discover in years to come. May she rest in peace and her spirit live on.
Labels: Bebe Moore Campbell, in memoriam, writing