You would hope it’s impossible to forget about one of your favorite books, but it happened to me, and I’m now determined to make sure I don’t forget this book again, or its author. The book is “The Wig” by Charles Stevenson Wright, which I first read maybe a decade ago when I was dropping down a rabbit hole of post-war African American writers who had been briefly prominent but had not ultimately wound up in the literary canon in that manner of Richard Wright, James Baldwin, or somewhat later, Toni Morrison. I had read the works of another “forgotten”...