Over the course of five years, I served as host of the Harlem Book Fair. Within that time, I met many literary luminaries. Case in point, before audiences in the Courtyard as well as on the Main Stage, I had the pleasure of introducing Sonia Sanchez, Terry McMillan, Zane and many others. However, Stephanie Abrams created a buzz among audience members like no other writer before her.
Previous to meeting Stephanie, I was told quite a few things about her. I had no problem believing that she was a well-traveled person. Furthermore, someone said that she was a gifted radio personality. If those things were not enough, many people were impressed with her erudition.
Initially, to be honest, one detail about Stephanie’s enumerated accomplishments made me skeptical—her book entitled Rumors. From what I heard, the author was white and she wrote intensively about people of African descent.
Since I am not an advocate of censorship, my heart believes writers should express whatever they want. On the other hand, I am a proponent of this axiom: “Write what you know.” Certain writers, albeit a few, wrote effectively from the point of view of races other than their own. Upon typing those aforementioned words, James Baldwin and William Styron came to mind.
Anyway, all of my reservations about Stephanie Abrams came to an end when I read her superlative work entitled Rumors. Imbued with the ability to delve into myriad minds, she expresses the concerns of various people. A multitude of eloquent characters reside in her head. With that said, after reading her novel, I was pleased about visiting the plethora of inhabitants inside her eclectic mind.
Motivated by admiration, I suggest that anyone who enjoys convincing characterization and exposition should read Rumors. Mind you, my assessment is not based on hearsay. All the proof can be found on Stephanie’s profound pages.
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