This actually happened a while ago in blog time. The news actually came out last week and I didn't report on it then so by now, many of you are already aware of his passing. However, I would be remiss if I didn't at least give it a mention on my site so that's what I'm doing.
Critically-acclaimed author E. Lynn Harris died last Thursday night while on a business trip to Los Angeles, California. He was 54-years-old.
Admittedly, I had never read a single Harris novel. As soon as I found out that his work regularly featured the lives of Black gay men, I knew they wouldn't appeal to me. I was DEFINITELY not his target audience. That didn't change the fact that he did have one though. Referenced by the fact that his books managed to sell over 4 million copies worldwide. I'm sure that number will be boosted even more with his passing.
Although his subject-matter is something I will never be able to relate to, I had to acknowledge the mark he left behind. We live in a technology-heavy world where books have taken a backseat to the quick entertainment many of us would rather receive via movies, satellite television and the internet. Therefore, for a brotha to make the breakthrough to be a well-known author is no easy feat.
I happened to notice that even Mom had a few of Harris' books on her bookshelf when I was just there this past weekend. That's what actually inspired me to finally mention his passing on my blog. Mom is picky about her literature so if he was good enough to make her cut, then he was good enough for me to acknowledge the news of his death.
Rest in peace, Harris.