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Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone
     

Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone

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by James Baldwin
 

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At the height of his theatrical career, the actor Leo Proudhammer is nearly felled by a heart attack. As he hovers between life and death, Baldwin shows the choices that have made him enviably famous and terrifyingly vulnerable.  
  

For between Leo's childhood on the streets of Harlem and his arrival into the intoxicating world of the

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At the height of his theatrical career, the actor Leo Proudhammer is nearly felled by a heart attack. As he hovers between life and death, Baldwin shows the choices that have made him enviably famous and terrifyingly vulnerable.  
  

For between Leo's childhood on the streets of Harlem and his arrival into the intoxicating world of the theater lies a wilderness of desire and loss, shame and rage. An adored older brother vanishes into prison. There are love affairs with a white woman and a younger black man, each of whom will make irresistible claims on Leo's loyalty. And everywhere there is the anguish of being black in a society that at times seems poised on the brink of total racial war. Overpowering in its vitality, extravagant in the intensity of its feeling, Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone is a major work of American literature.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Baldwin is one of the few genuinely indispensable American writers."
—Saturday Review

"He has not himself lost access to the sources of his being—which is what makes him read and awaited by perhaps a wider range of people than any other major American writer."
—The Nation

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780375701894
Publisher:
Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date:
02/28/1998
Series:
Vintage International Series
Edition description:
REPRINT
Pages:
484
Sales rank:
632,663
Product dimensions:
5.17(w) x 7.98(h) x 1.01(d)

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I went down again. My heart and I went down again. I was aware of her hand. I was aware of my breathing. I could no longer see it, but I was aware of her face.

"Barbara. My dear Barbara."

"My dearest Leo. Please be still."

And she's right, I thought. There is nothing more to be said. All we can do now is just hold on. That was why she held my hand. I recognized this as love—recognized it very quietly and, for the first time, without fear. My life, that desperately treacherous labyrinth, seemed to fall where there had been no light before. I began to see myself in others. I began for a moment to apprehend how Christopher must sometimes have felt. Everyone wishes to be loved, but in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it. However great the private disasters to which love may lead, love itself is strikingly and mysteriously impersonal; it is a reality which is not altered by anything one does. Therefore, one does many things, turns the key in the lock over and over again, hoping to be locked out. Once locked out, one will never again be forced to encounter in the eyes of a stranger who loves him the impenetrable truth concerning the stranger, oneself, who is loved. And yet—one would prefer, after all, not to be locked out. One would prefer, merely, that the key unlocked a less stunningly unusual door.

The door to my maturity. This phrase floated to the top of my mind. The light that fell backward on that life of mine revealed a very frightened man—a very frightened boy. The light did not fall on me, on me were I lay now. I was left in darkness, my face could not be seen. In that darkness I encountered a scene from another nightmare I had had as a child. In this nightmare there is a book—a great, heavy book with an illustrated cover. The cover shows a dark, squalid alley, all garbage cans and dying cats, and windows like empty eyesockets. The beam of a flashlight shines down the alley, at the end of which I am fleeing, clutching something. the title of the book in my nightmare is, We Must Not Find Him, For He Is Lost.

When Caleb, my older brother, was taken from me and sent to prison, I watched, from the fire escape of our East Harlem tenement, the walls of an old and massive building, far, far away and set on a hill, and with green vines running up and down the walls, and with windows flashing like signals in the sunlight. I watched that building, I say, with a child's helpless and stricken attention, waiting for my brother to come out of there. I did not know how to get to the building. If I had I would have slept in the shadow of those walls, and I told no one of my vigil or of my certain knowledge that my brother was imprisoned in that place. I watched that building for many years. Sometimes, when the sunlight flashed on the windows, I was certain that my brother was signaling to me and I waved back. When we moved from that particular tenement (into another one) I screamed and cried because I was certain that now my brother would no longer be able to find me. Alas, he was not there; the building turned out to be City College; my brother was on a prison farm in the Deep South, working the fields.

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From the Publisher
"Baldwin is one of the few genuinely indispensable American writers."
—Saturday Review

"He has not himself lost access to the sources of his being—which is what makes him read and awaited by perhaps a wider range of people than any other major American writer."
—The Nation

Meet the Author

James Baldwin (1924-1987) was a celebrated African-American novelist, essayist, poet, and social critic. He spent much of his career abroad, which allowed him to gather perspective on the racial, sexual, and social tensions inherent in American society. He is best known for his novel Go Tell it On a Mountain, and his book of essays Notes of a Native Son.

Brief Biography

Date of Birth:
August 2, 1924
Date of Death:
December 1, 1987
Place of Birth:
New York, New York
Place of Death:
St. Paul de Vence, France
Education:
DeWitt Clinton High School, New York City

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Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was excellent. It was right there with Manchild In the Promised Land, which was my favorite book of all time. James Baldwin has always been praised as one of the best writers ever. Now I know why. This book talked about important issues like race, class, and coming of age. One of the few books that I'll read more than once.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This novel is undeniably one of Baldwin's best. The way he is able to take all of these completely different subjects such as race and sexuality and weaves them together into one character is magnificent. An absolutely astounding story of love and discrimination.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is another terrific literary work from the genius of James Baldwin. Here he weaves the elements of love, racism, adversity, hope, fear and anger into a one of a kind story. It centers on Leo Proudhammer, a successful actor that has recently suffered a heart attack. Through flashbacks we read about Leo's upbringing in Harlem, his struggles as a young man trying to break into showbiz and his current life as an actor. We also get to read about the relationship and disputes he had with his family and his friends. This is a great story that is both interesting and powerful.