Book Review Richard Wright Published by Rizzoli and Gagosian Gallery
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The neat white volume became a shield in my outstretched hands, blocking the merciless fists of my assailant and buying me precious milliseconds until my head popped free of the wall and I sprang away.
I'd only backed myself against a cabinet, but the sharp corners of the book became punishing daggars that jabbed savagely at my intruder's face and chest. He finally reeled into the gloom of an unlit corner, only to return with box cutters jammed in both fists. Arabesque slashes incised my white t-shirt and chest, creating twin scarlet blots spiked with scorpion-fish-like needles that eerily resembled the Richard Wright cover, which the book strangely fails to name in its List of Works.
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