![]() ![]() ![]() It's a spectacular explosion of comic daring. ![]() Paul Beatty has always been one of smartest, funniest, gutsiest writers in America, but The Sellout sets a new standard. Wildly funny but deadly serious, Beatty’s caper is populated by outrageous caricatures, and its damning social critique carries the day. The Sellout is frequently laugh-out-loud funny and, in the way of the great ones, profoundly thought provoking. Beatty gleefully catalogues offensive racial stereotypes but also reaches further, questioning what exactly constitutes black identity in America. While his logic may be skewed, there is a perverse method in his madness he is aided by Hominy, a former child star from The Little Rascals, who insists that Me take him as his slave. When Dickens is erased from the map by gentrification, Me hatches a modest proposal to bring it back by segregating the local school. At the novel’s opening, its narrator, a black farmer whose last name is Me, has been hauled before the Supreme Court for keeping a slave and reinstituting racial segregation in Dickens, an inner-city neighborhood in Los Angeles inexplicably zoned for agrarian use. Beatty’s satirical latest (after Slumberland) is a droll, biting look at racism in modern America. ![]()
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