Malcolm's story disrupts distinct stages of Black history; rather, Malcolm is a historical participant whose conflicting naming ceremonies navigate America's racist struggles.
Against the pull of the hero-centered biopic, the camera stops and, for a parenthetical moment, the chronology and centrality of Malcolm is ruptured.
(12) Moreover, such a creation of a binary along the lines of black/white, man/woman is precisely where the Autobiography fails by imagining a picaresque chronology and a confessional conversion narrative where the "saved" Malcolm is always present as narrator to direct us in an expedition into his delicious past that will inevitably lead us to the already-enlightened present.
"The sale of Malcolm is
a big boost and certainly safeguards the future of the club," he said.
But a rereading of these articles and a new "afterword," now collected between hard covers,(*) convinces me that Malcolm is writing from well outside the journalistic tradition - which accounts for both the strengths and weaknesses of this book.
But Malcolm is rather like a clever chiropractor examining the practice of medicine.
If Malcolm is a professional analysand, she is one who seems to fantasize about reversing roles, about becoming the therapist.