Michael Jackson's death upset me some, but it wasn't so much the loss of him as it was a feeling of the loss of childhood - combined with a bit of anger at the way that, now that he's dead and it can't possibly do him any good, suddenly the Black community claims and embraces him.
OTOH, the part after the uncompleted section of a book he was writing called The Salmon of Doubt IN the book that actually got released as The Salmon of Doubt (following this?
) is a collection of some other writings by Douglas. Those he probably would have wanted us to read.
I also wept when I heard that Douglas died. My family life during my early teens sucked, to say the least, and his writings got me through - they let me know that it would be okay if I saved my sanity for later when I needed it.
I celebrated Towel Day the first few years, but I stopped after a while, not because I don't care anymore, but because I don't really need a single day. I am reminded by the world around me of his writings at least daily, and usually several times a day.
As to the first part of the book, I'm actually not sure that's true. He wasn't done with it. (This did not, I should admit, stop me from reading it. And, it had some good bits - the unfinished quality of which only serves to drive home who and what we lost.)He would want you to read it.I still have "Salmon of Doubt" unread on my bookshelf. I can't bring myself to read it because it is the last work by Douglas left for me to read.![]()
OTOH, the part after the uncompleted section of a book he was writing called The Salmon of Doubt IN the book that actually got released as The Salmon of Doubt (following this?

I also wept when I heard that Douglas died. My family life during my early teens sucked, to say the least, and his writings got me through - they let me know that it would be okay if I saved my sanity for later when I needed it.
I celebrated Towel Day the first few years, but I stopped after a while, not because I don't care anymore, but because I don't really need a single day. I am reminded by the world around me of his writings at least daily, and usually several times a day.