Chester Higgins Jr./The New York Times
Ms.
Angelou goes on to recount her marriage to a Greek sailor, Tosh
Angelos. (Throughout her life, she was cagey about the number of times
she married — it appears to have been at least three — for fear, she
said, of appearing frivolous.)
After
the marriage dissolved, she embarked on a career as a calypso dancer
and singer under the name Maya Angelou, a variant of her married name. A
striking stage presence — she was six feet tall — she occasionally
partnered in San Francisco with Alvin Ailey in a nightclub act known as
Al and Rita.
But
she remained best known for her memoirs, a striking fact because she
had never set out to be a memoirist. Near the end of “A Song Flung Up to
Heaven,” Ms. Angelou recalls her response when Robert Loomis, who would
become her longtime editor at Random House, first asked her to write an
autobiography.
Still planning to be a playwright and poet, she demurred. Cannily, Mr. Loomis called her again.
“You
may be right not to attempt autobiography, because it is nearly
impossible to write autobiography as literature,” he said. “Almost
impossible.”
Ms. Angelou replied, “I’ll start tomorrow.”
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