I mean, c'mon. I will make this brief, because who am I to comment on one of the greatest men to ever live, but I think this should be required reading. File this under "books that will change you." Malcolm X in his fullness, in his brokenness, in his rage, in his love. A moving target since the moment he was born. He feels other-worldly--all edge, all brightness, like a star fell from the sky and tried to inhabit the earth. You don't read this book, you wrestle with it, and when you're on your back and bleeding and out of breath and there's a stitch in your side, you look up and feel like you're seeing things for the first time.