Giovanniās Room
By Isabela Berstein The time whenĀ I read Giovanniās Room, an extraordinary novella by the even more extraordinary James Baldwin, could have been the worst possible moment ā but, surprisingly, it might have turned out to be the best. I was living through my very first real winter ā all the previous eighteen had been a collection of only slightly chillier and less rainy summer days, as every winter is in Rio de Janeiro. I was cold all the time, I…