I take issue with the superlative, because surely these can't be the "best" essays America has produced in the last century. Joyce Carol Oates's The Best American Essays of the Century would have been more apt a title. Then I wouldn't have held such high expectations reading it. In spite of some powerful selections here, it is also peppered with disappointments, and I was antsy to be done with the book. But unlike a novel I could easily chuck away, I couldn't risk missing out on what might be a better essay than the last.
My general takes:
1) Apart from John Muir's unforgettable Stickeen, the most unforgettable pieces here were written by women: Zora Hurston Neale, Joyce Carol Oates, Joan Didion, Cynthia Ozick, Gretel Ehrlich, Maya Angelou, Maxine Hong Kingston, and Annie Dillard.
2) Gertrude Stein's contribution is one of the few exceptions to #1; I wonder how her reading of it played out in Oxford and Cambridge back in 1936.
3) Potent essays on race relations and racial tension dominate the collection. If I were to sum up what I will recall from my reading of the book, foremost would be the African-American struggles so candidly documented here.
4) Martin Luther King's historic Letter from a Birmingham Jail was unexpectedly mediocre and hinted at vanity, especially when compared to the pieces written by Gerald Early, Richard Wright, James Baldwin, and Zora Hurston Neale.
5) In a book chock-full of quotable quotes, it is Zora Hurston Neale's words, in How It Feels to Be Colored Me, which left an imprint; I came across it in the first quarter of the book. What a validating coincidence for Alice Walker to have pounced on the same quote when I read her essay, Looking for Zora, midway through the book!
"But I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a low-down dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it. Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world--I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife."
Zora Hurston Neale, 1928