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Encounter on the Seine: Essays
This collectible edition celebrates James Baldwin’s hundredth-year anniversary, delving into Baldwin's years in ParisOriginally published in Notes of a Native Son, the essays, "Encounter on the Black Meets Brown," "A Question of Identity," "Equal in Paris," and "Stranger in the Village" will appeal to readers interested in Baldwin's observations of Black life overseas.During his transformative time in Europe, Baldwin uncovers what it means to be American, immersing the reader in his life as a foreigner, his troubling encounter with a Parisian prison, and his unprecedented arrival to a tiny Swiss village.This final collection in the Baldwin centennial anniversary series raises issues of identity, belonging, nationhood, and race within a global context. Encounter on the Essays showcases Baldwin’s strengths as a storyteller, revealing how his years in Paris transformed his understanding of American identity.
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120 pages, Hardcover
Published August 6, 2024
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James Baldwin
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Works of American writer James Arthur Baldwin, outspoken critic of racism, include Go Tell It on the Mountain (1953), a novel, and Notes of a Native Son (1955), a collection of essays.
James Arthur Baldwin authored plays and poems in society.
He came as the eldest of nine children; his stepfather served as a minister. At 14 years of age in 1938, Baldwin preached at the small fireside Pentecostal church in Harlem. From religion in the early 1940s, he transferred his faith to literature with the still evident impassioned cadences of black churches. From 1948, Baldwin made his home primarily in the south of France but often returned to the United States of America to lecture or to teach.
In his Giovanni's Room, a white American expatriate must come to terms with his homosexuality. In 1957, he began spending half of each year in city of New York.
James Baldwin offered a vital literary voice during the era of civil rights activism in the 1950s and 1960s.
He first partially autobiographically accounted his youth. His influential Nobody Knows My Name and The Fire Next Time informed a large white audience. Another Country talks about gay sexual tensions among intellectuals of New York. Segments of the black nationalist community savaged his gay themes. Eldridge Cleaver of the Black Panthers stated the Baldwin displayed an "agonizing, total hatred of blacks." People produced Blues for Mister Charlie , play of Baldwin, in 1964. Huey Newton, co-founder of the Black Panther Party, defended Baldwin.
Going to Meet the Man and Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone provided powerful descriptions. He as an openly gay man increasingly in condemned discrimination against lesbian persons.
From stomach cancer, Baldwin died in Saint-Paul-de-Vence, France. People buried his body at the Ferncliff cemetery in Hartsdale near city of New York.
Works of American writer James Arthur Baldwin, outspoken critic of racism, include Go Tell It on the Mountain (1953), a novel, and Notes of a Native Son (1955), a collection of essays.
James Arthur Baldwin authored plays and poems in society.
He came as the eldest of nine children; his stepfather served as a minister. At 14 years of age in 1938, Baldwin preached at the small fireside Pentecostal church in Harlem. From religion in the early 1940s, he transferred his faith to literature with the still evident impassioned cadences of black churches. From 1948, Baldwin made his home primarily in the south of France but often returned to the United States of America to lecture or to teach.
In his Giovanni's Room, a white American expatriate must come to terms with his homosexuality. In 1957, he began spending half of each year in city of New York.
James Baldwin offered a vital literary voice during the era of civil rights activism in the 1950s and 1960s.
He first partially autobiographically accounted his youth. His influential Nobody Knows My Name and The Fire Next Time informed a large white audience. Another Country talks about gay sexual tensions among intellectuals of New York. Segments of the black nationalist community savaged his gay themes. Eldridge Cleaver of the Black Panthers stated the Baldwin displayed an "agonizing, total hatred of blacks." People produced Blues for Mister Charlie , play of Baldwin, in 1964. Huey Newton, co-founder of the Black Panther Party, defended Baldwin.
Going to Meet the Man and Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone provided powerful descriptions. He as an openly gay man increasingly in condemned discrimination against lesbian persons.
From stomach cancer, Baldwin died in Saint-Paul-de-Vence, France. People buried his body at the Ferncliff cemetery in Hartsdale near city of New York.
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June 6, 2025
Familiar feelings put succinctly
January 22, 2025
A really interesting read, and as another reviewer mentioned, you can hear Baldwin’s voice so clearly while reading. Many moments required that I pause, think, and re-read, which I appreciated greatly.
January 31, 2025
All of the essays are good, but 'Stranger in the Village' was deeply moving in ways I did not expect - even for Baldwin. These should be required reading for any US college students studying abroad in Europe (not just Paris).
July 19, 2025
Another strong and powerful book by James Baldwin. Here we have a series of essays written by him published in this book. All the topics are of colour, either personal experience essays or observation essays.
At the heart of each one looks at African Americans in Europe, how African Europeans differ, how colour is viewed in Europe v America and ultimately how White Americans view colour v White Europeans.
Each essay is a very powerful thought provoking commentary for the hear and now and is something that fits into so many time periods, unfortunately with relative ease.
At the heart of each one looks at African Americans in Europe, how African Europeans differ, how colour is viewed in Europe v America and ultimately how White Americans view colour v White Europeans.
Each essay is a very powerful thought provoking commentary for the hear and now and is something that fits into so many time periods, unfortunately with relative ease.
January 14, 2026
An amazing read. Baldwin really had a skill for putting into words what the Black American experience feels like. So many lines stick out in my mind. This is something I will definitely return to many times.
February 5, 2026
one of my favorite authors, definitely my favorite essayist. being far from home is maybe the best way to understand your relationship to it. so excited abt this conference project!!!
December 12, 2025
4.5/5 could really hear his voice through these essays
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June 1, 2025getting to read this in paris and in tandem with giovanni’s room added so much
September 24, 2025
how have i never read this before ?!?! she queried at no one and everyone in particular.
read this.
read this.
June 13, 2025
as it is useless to excoriate his countrymen, it is galling now to be pitied as a victim, to accept this ready sympathy which is limited only by its failure to accept him as an american. he finds himself involved, in another language, in the same old battle: the battle for his own identity. to accept the reality of his being american becomes a matter involving his integrity and his greatest hopes, for only by accepting this reality can he hope to make articulate to himself or to others the uniqueness of his experience, and to set free the spirit so long anonymous and caged.
they are all forced continually to choose between cigarettes and cheese at lunch
echoes of a past which he had not yet been able to utilize, intimations of a responsibility which he has not yet been able to face
perhaps it now occurs to him that in this need to establish himself in relation to his past he is most american, that this depthless alienation from oneself and one’s people is, in sum, the american experience
it is really quite impossible to be affirmative about anything which one refuses to question; one is doomed to remain inarticulate about anything which one hasn’t by an act of the imagination, made one’s own.
no people come into possession of a culture without having paid a heavy price for it
i moved into every crucial situation with the deadly and rather desperate advantages of bitterly accumulated perception, of pride and contempt
people are trapped in history and history is trapped in them
the betrayal of a belief is not the same thing as ceasing to believe
they are all forced continually to choose between cigarettes and cheese at lunch
echoes of a past which he had not yet been able to utilize, intimations of a responsibility which he has not yet been able to face
perhaps it now occurs to him that in this need to establish himself in relation to his past he is most american, that this depthless alienation from oneself and one’s people is, in sum, the american experience
it is really quite impossible to be affirmative about anything which one refuses to question; one is doomed to remain inarticulate about anything which one hasn’t by an act of the imagination, made one’s own.
no people come into possession of a culture without having paid a heavy price for it
i moved into every crucial situation with the deadly and rather desperate advantages of bitterly accumulated perception, of pride and contempt
people are trapped in history and history is trapped in them
the betrayal of a belief is not the same thing as ceasing to believe
October 28, 2025
Reading James Baldwin's essays, particularly 70 years after they were originally published, evokes so many emotions.
Awe, because his writing is so complex and intricate, and so far from the less literate and far too simplified writing of this part of the 21st century.
Anguish and depression, because, in seventy years, so few have taken their understanding (if they have any) of Baldwin's work enough to heart to make the effort to heal, either themselves or society.
Sadness, because so little has changed, and embarrassment, for being the instrument of little, if any, change.
Baldwin's writing is lyrical. Nobody who ever heard him speak on talk shows in the 1970s or 1980s can be surprised by his mastery of evocative English; except for those who are so far to the Right and so devoid of education and understanding, almost every reader has to be stopped and stirred by how he details the simplest of truths. Even those who could dare to disagree, or who honestly admit that they can't fully understand what he is saying, have to acknowledge the talent with which he expressed himself.
That is not to say that Baldwin's writing is always easily. His long sentences are discursive; his meaning is sometimes clouded a rhetoric which is less flowery than smoky, with tendrils of poetic descriptions leading the dizzied reader away from the main point. In more than one spot in the first two essays, I found that I had to read aloud to make sure I wasn't carried off, too far from the main points. However, unlike when I'm reading an author who has just been too puffed up to stick to cleanly-spoken main matters, I find any difficulty in reading Baldwin to belong to solely to myself as reader.
Of the four essays making up this slim volume, I found Equal in Paris to be the most compelling and the easiest to follow. While it's possible that might be because it involves the least (of the four) effort for deconstruction and uses the most (if possible) plainly spoken language, it is mostly because it is so personal a story.
In 1949, through no fault of his own and for a fairly ridiculous reason, Baldwin was imprisoned awaiting trial in Paris. I have rarely, except when reading Holocaust memoirs, felt so raw an experience in my bones. I'm a straight, cis, white, 58-year-old suburban woman fairly well into the 21st-century, and I carried Baldwin's angst and confusion around with me all day after reading this essay.
I wouldn't want to "spoil" the story by providing details, if such can be said about someone's true, lived experience, but I do imagine that even the most woefully White Nationalist, even whoever sees himself totally at odds philosophically with Baldwin, would be unable to read this essay and not imagine himself in Baldwin's place. Even such an imagined person, and even I (philosophically so much closer to Baldwin) cannot fully comprehend his situation, but if Baldwin's writing were only judged on how evocative this one essay were, his position as a great writer would be established.
The remaining four essays are even more complex, requiring a deeper understanding of history, of sociology, and of humanity. They cover the concepts of alienation, of identity (mostly Black, but also white European and African), of how both Americans and Europeans try (or don't try) to understand, or even perceive, Black identity, and how that understanding and perception is generally superficial.
The first two essays even explore how Black American students in the post-WWII era, studying in Paris, are alienated from their own selves and imperfectly understand their own identities, both as Americans and as Black men. (Baldwin concerns himself almost entirely with men; with the exception of random, non-speaking chambermaids, the only woman Baldwin ever really references is a rural Swiss bistro-owner's wife in the final essay.)
I found myself repeatedly transfixed by Baldwin's turns of phrase. I could not stop reading this part:
The black man insists, by whatever means he finds at his disposal, that the white man cease to regard him as a n exotic rarity and recognize him as a human being. This is a very charged and difficult moment, for there is a great deal of will power involved in the white man's naïveté. Most people are not naturally reflective any more than they are naturally malicious, and the white man prefers to keep the black man at a certain human remove because it is easier for him thus to preserve his simplicity and avoid being called to account for crimes committed by his forefathers, or his neighbors. He is inescapably aware, nevertheless, that is in a better position in the world than black men are, nor can he quite put to death the suspicion that he is hated by black men therefore. he does not wish to be hated, either does he wish to change places, and at this point in his uneasiness e can scarcely avoid having recourse to those legends which white m en have created about black men, the most usual effect of which is that the white man finds himself enmeshed, so to speak, in his own language which describes hell, as well as the attributes which lead one to hell, as being as black as night.
Similarly, the eternal truth of the following is haunting:
The idea of white supremacy rests simply on the fact that white men are the creators of civilization (the present civilization, which is the only one that matters; all previous civilizations are simply "contributions" to our own) and are therefore civilization's guardians and defenders. Thus it was impossible for Americans to accept the black man as one of themselves, for to do so was to jeopardize their status as white men. But not so to accept him was to deny his human reality, his human weight and complexity, and the strain of denying the overwhelmingly undeniable forced Americans into rationalizations so fantastic that they approached the pathological.
Baldwin wrote this essay sometime between the end of the 1940s and 1955 when it was published, and following his thought patterns to the end of the essay would have to tear themselves in knots to deny his truth, as he notes, "People who shut their eyes to reality reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself in a monster."
These essays will be sticking with me for a long time, and I anticipate reading more Baldwin, in whose oeuvre my education is woefully lacking.
Awe, because his writing is so complex and intricate, and so far from the less literate and far too simplified writing of this part of the 21st century.
Anguish and depression, because, in seventy years, so few have taken their understanding (if they have any) of Baldwin's work enough to heart to make the effort to heal, either themselves or society.
Sadness, because so little has changed, and embarrassment, for being the instrument of little, if any, change.
Baldwin's writing is lyrical. Nobody who ever heard him speak on talk shows in the 1970s or 1980s can be surprised by his mastery of evocative English; except for those who are so far to the Right and so devoid of education and understanding, almost every reader has to be stopped and stirred by how he details the simplest of truths. Even those who could dare to disagree, or who honestly admit that they can't fully understand what he is saying, have to acknowledge the talent with which he expressed himself.
That is not to say that Baldwin's writing is always easily. His long sentences are discursive; his meaning is sometimes clouded a rhetoric which is less flowery than smoky, with tendrils of poetic descriptions leading the dizzied reader away from the main point. In more than one spot in the first two essays, I found that I had to read aloud to make sure I wasn't carried off, too far from the main points. However, unlike when I'm reading an author who has just been too puffed up to stick to cleanly-spoken main matters, I find any difficulty in reading Baldwin to belong to solely to myself as reader.
Of the four essays making up this slim volume, I found Equal in Paris to be the most compelling and the easiest to follow. While it's possible that might be because it involves the least (of the four) effort for deconstruction and uses the most (if possible) plainly spoken language, it is mostly because it is so personal a story.
In 1949, through no fault of his own and for a fairly ridiculous reason, Baldwin was imprisoned awaiting trial in Paris. I have rarely, except when reading Holocaust memoirs, felt so raw an experience in my bones. I'm a straight, cis, white, 58-year-old suburban woman fairly well into the 21st-century, and I carried Baldwin's angst and confusion around with me all day after reading this essay.
I wouldn't want to "spoil" the story by providing details, if such can be said about someone's true, lived experience, but I do imagine that even the most woefully White Nationalist, even whoever sees himself totally at odds philosophically with Baldwin, would be unable to read this essay and not imagine himself in Baldwin's place. Even such an imagined person, and even I (philosophically so much closer to Baldwin) cannot fully comprehend his situation, but if Baldwin's writing were only judged on how evocative this one essay were, his position as a great writer would be established.
The remaining four essays are even more complex, requiring a deeper understanding of history, of sociology, and of humanity. They cover the concepts of alienation, of identity (mostly Black, but also white European and African), of how both Americans and Europeans try (or don't try) to understand, or even perceive, Black identity, and how that understanding and perception is generally superficial.
The first two essays even explore how Black American students in the post-WWII era, studying in Paris, are alienated from their own selves and imperfectly understand their own identities, both as Americans and as Black men. (Baldwin concerns himself almost entirely with men; with the exception of random, non-speaking chambermaids, the only woman Baldwin ever really references is a rural Swiss bistro-owner's wife in the final essay.)
I found myself repeatedly transfixed by Baldwin's turns of phrase. I could not stop reading this part:
The black man insists, by whatever means he finds at his disposal, that the white man cease to regard him as a n exotic rarity and recognize him as a human being. This is a very charged and difficult moment, for there is a great deal of will power involved in the white man's naïveté. Most people are not naturally reflective any more than they are naturally malicious, and the white man prefers to keep the black man at a certain human remove because it is easier for him thus to preserve his simplicity and avoid being called to account for crimes committed by his forefathers, or his neighbors. He is inescapably aware, nevertheless, that is in a better position in the world than black men are, nor can he quite put to death the suspicion that he is hated by black men therefore. he does not wish to be hated, either does he wish to change places, and at this point in his uneasiness e can scarcely avoid having recourse to those legends which white m en have created about black men, the most usual effect of which is that the white man finds himself enmeshed, so to speak, in his own language which describes hell, as well as the attributes which lead one to hell, as being as black as night.
Similarly, the eternal truth of the following is haunting:
The idea of white supremacy rests simply on the fact that white men are the creators of civilization (the present civilization, which is the only one that matters; all previous civilizations are simply "contributions" to our own) and are therefore civilization's guardians and defenders. Thus it was impossible for Americans to accept the black man as one of themselves, for to do so was to jeopardize their status as white men. But not so to accept him was to deny his human reality, his human weight and complexity, and the strain of denying the overwhelmingly undeniable forced Americans into rationalizations so fantastic that they approached the pathological.
Baldwin wrote this essay sometime between the end of the 1940s and 1955 when it was published, and following his thought patterns to the end of the essay would have to tear themselves in knots to deny his truth, as he notes, "People who shut their eyes to reality reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself in a monster."
These essays will be sticking with me for a long time, and I anticipate reading more Baldwin, in whose oeuvre my education is woefully lacking.
May 12, 2025
An excellent sampling of four of Baldwin's essays. I had not read him in years and enjoyed reading him again. I will admit especially, and I discussed this with some people, the way that some of his prose was a little complicated. He loves a long sentence and tends to be florid, which had me sometimes going back to reread what I had just read. But it was not an issue by the end because I had adapted more to his style. I was incredibly moved by the topics he wrote about.
The common theme among these essays is the American, particularly, the Black man abroad. He is never not an outsider but as Baldwin says, being an American is a big part of it, especially because the concept of the Black man is different is these places than it is in America. Which brings him around to discussing some very interesting things about the way the Black man is perceived and treated in America. It feels especially timely today as America is fighting progress in every sense right now.
The common theme among these essays is the American, particularly, the Black man abroad. He is never not an outsider but as Baldwin says, being an American is a big part of it, especially because the concept of the Black man is different is these places than it is in America. Which brings him around to discussing some very interesting things about the way the Black man is perceived and treated in America. It feels especially timely today as America is fighting progress in every sense right now.
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September 28, 2025What a great new collection. 4 essays all about being an American in Europe. JB remains so astute about the unchanging American condition and half of what he writes in the book holds true now (“Many people were eliminated from my orbit by virtue of the fact that they had more money than I did, which placed me, in my own eyes, in the humiliating role of a free loader; and other people were eliminated by virtue of the fact that they enjoyed their poverty, shrilly insisting that this wretched round of hotel rooms, bad food, humiliating concierges, and unpaid bills was the Great Adventure.”). The first essay, Black Meets Brown, missed for me. I loved A Question of Identity and Equal in Paris. JB quotes E Franklin Frazier - find a motive for living under American culture or die. He found a motive. Borrowed from the library but going to purchase my own copy! High recommend.
January 5, 2026
Baldwin is a great technical writer, and as I'd like to read his work of fiction before giving my judgment on his story telling too. His prose I believe is well constructed and flows. I understand his points, and I believe writing was where he best showed it. But above all James Baldwin was an artist, and a damn good one at that. And with all artists, and writers alike. Have their own respective trageties that market themselves as such.
February 15, 2026
In the last essay, Stranger In The Village, I read this take on America that reinforces American exceptionalism not through patriotism but through the cruelty of the American slave trade as a function of geography (i.e. a slavery that was geographically anomalous). Bah, I wish I was smart enough to describe what I’m thinking but all to say, I don’t think I’ve grasped, like really really grasped, how much the geography of the “New World” was so deeply intermingled with its cruelty.
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September 30, 2025At this point, too, it may be suggested, the legend of Paris has done its deadly work, which is, perhaps, so to stun the traveler with freedom that he begins to long for the prison of home — home then becoming the place where questions are not asked.
December 5, 2024
two of these are already in the fire next time, but it was nice to reread them. romantic and unromantic realities of paris
December 30, 2024
Have loved every book I’ve read by him so far, but this one was written way too intellectually for me.
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December 31, 2024Super interesting analysis & very unexpected. Could hear his speaking voice so boldly in each essay!
March 23, 2025
so glad james baldwin didn’t get guillotined for a crime he didn’t commit in 1949 paris
April 6, 2025
Just realized that this was an essay from James Baldwin’s ‘Notes of a Native Son’, which is a book that I have read and owned. But I’m still marking this as read because why not?🤭
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January 21, 2026I’m not quite sure what he was doing in that Swiss village where the kids were calling him the N-word, but it made for a DAMN good essay (Stranger In The Village).
November 20, 2024
I still like stranger in the village best but that Christmas story in equal in paris was eye opening too
April 18, 2025
A memorable collection of four essays by James Balwin. I read this in a small hardback received as a gift. It makes a great gift--notice that art deco dust jacket pictured above. Cool.
Of the four essays, two were real standouts: "Encounter on the Seine: Black Meets Brown" and "Equal in Paris."
I hope kids today read Baldwin in school. Such a genius. If you've never seen him debate William F Buckley at Cambridge, google that right now and watch!
These essays are Baldwin's observations of the world, the differences he sees between the United States and Europe (mostly France.) I didn't find a lot of new ideas here, although "Equal in Paris" did open my eyes to something I hadn't known about Baldwin and that was fresh and interesting. Still his writing is brilliant. Just a feast to read. And what he says is important to hear.
I'm nover sorry to read Baldwin. If you want to read something quick and not too demanding, pick up this collection. Or better yet, wrap it up for someone who needs to discover his writing.
Of the four essays, two were real standouts: "Encounter on the Seine: Black Meets Brown" and "Equal in Paris."
I hope kids today read Baldwin in school. Such a genius. If you've never seen him debate William F Buckley at Cambridge, google that right now and watch!
These essays are Baldwin's observations of the world, the differences he sees between the United States and Europe (mostly France.) I didn't find a lot of new ideas here, although "Equal in Paris" did open my eyes to something I hadn't known about Baldwin and that was fresh and interesting. Still his writing is brilliant. Just a feast to read. And what he says is important to hear.
I'm nover sorry to read Baldwin. If you want to read something quick and not too demanding, pick up this collection. Or better yet, wrap it up for someone who needs to discover his writing.
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