No great writer/artist/performer ever had a happy childhood. I’m a case in point, although my “greatness” as a writer is strictly subjective. However, my novel “Josephine Baker’s Last Dance” DID *almost* win the Paris Book Festival Award for General Fiction, named first runner-up among hundreds of entries. So there is that. As for Josephine herself, …

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