Issue #298: Killers of the Flower Moon, sans spoilers

I’ve been re-reading The Man Who Cried I Am (1967) for my final (final!) dissertation chapter. It’s a fantastic book, but punishing. Brutal to its reader. Unfiltered, gruesome, characters subjected to misfortune resulting from randomness or racism. John A. Williams tells the story of fictional writer Max Reddick and his friend, a more successful novelis…