![]() ![]() And reading this book doesn’t exactly make me feel ashamed of my ignorance, more curious about what I have unconsciously accepted about race perception in my own culture. ![]() (I don’t think watching The Wire counts.) I’m a privileged white women living just down the road from Windsor Castle, for goodness sake. I have no idea what life is like in the poverty stricken regions of American ghetto towns. There is so much represented here that is completely alien to me. Most of the time, I felt like I wasn’t, couldn’t “get” the joke. Other passages would glide over the surface of my consciousness, looking for in but finding none. There were times when the sheer ridiculous made me laugh out loud. And the ideas are packed together so densely as to make resistance futile. This is an attack on American culture and racism and the page is his battlefield and the words are his foot soldiers. There are ideas at work in this novel that are constantly clashing and rehashing the world it is creating and the world it is ripping off. That’s how I felt when I was reading The Sellout by Paul Beatty. Sometimes you know a book is good because you really have very little notion what’s going on half the time. Sometimes you know a book is good because it made you feel empowered. Sometimes you know a book is good when you can’t stop thinking about it because you were so drawn into its world. The Sellout Man Booker Prize Winner 2016 By Paul Beatty ![]()
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