A review by ulterior_wit
Barracoon: The Story of the Last "Black Cargo" by Zora Neale Hurston

5.0

“Kossula was no longer on the porch with me. He was squatting about that fire in Dahomey. His face was twitching with abysmal pain. It was a horror mask. He had forgotten that I was there. He was thinking aloud and gazing into the dead faces in the smoke. His agony was so acute that became inarticulate...” pg. 49