Richard Wright´s A Bigger Nigger Than Yorick!
The really weird thing about Richard Wright turning up on this particular thread (via wunduncanb no less) is this story I read the other day. Wright - who was already an established African-American author in Paris - had promised a young James Baldwin a place to stay and some help if he could get to France. By mail. When Baldwin finally got there in 1948, with US$40 in his pocket and almost no French, he had absolutely no idea where to find Baldwin - so, depressed, he went and got a coffee at Deux Magot in St-Germaine. And who was there? Richard Wright.
THEN
In 1953, another African-American writer, Chester Himes, also arrived in Paris after Wright had promised him help. And, once again, had no idea where to find Baldwin. So he slept out on the street the first night, then gave up and decided to spend his last bit of money at a cheapo hotel, an randomly picked Hotel Devaligne. Where Wright had already reserved, and paid for, a room for him.
Richard Wright's goal in life was to create a safe haven in Paris where African American writers (nomen es omen!) could create the masterpieces they were unable to publish back home. And, through all manner of weird "coincidences" like that, he did. Baldwin ended up fucking him over, though. C'est la vie!