I almost started a thread about a month ago when I read that he had liver cancer and only expected to live about a month more -- accurate prediction, as it turns out. He died yesterday.
When "Ma Rainey's Black Bottom" debuted, I had spent years watching a local character named Richie play pick-up basketball in Minneapolis -- he was one of those playground kings, amazing. He could take off from the free throw line and make the basket -- I don't remember dunks, but I remember amazing leaps.
Richie was (I am fairly sure he died, young), August Wilson's half brother. He was totally proud of him, couldn't quite believe it. That was my introduction to August Wilson, before I'd read any of his plays. So he was always someone I was rooting for, from the beginning of his career.
Then I read them. I'd love to see one, but I've only read them. Amazing stuff.
I love the idea of his cycle of 10 plays for every decade of the 20th centure, love that he accomplished that feat before he died. (Only 60...)
New York Times obituary:
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/10/03/theater/newsandfeatures/03wilson.html