So last week I posted a Friday 56 for Every Hidden Thing by Kenneth Oppel. I’ve been
having some trouble staying with books lately (I’ve abandoned three in the last week), and Every Hidden Thing was one of them. Hopefully I’ll come back to it soon.
This week, I’m reading The Sellout by Paul Beatty. This one, I’m reading with my friend Allyn because we’re going to go back to doing live shows on YouTube where we talk about books and she black-checks me. It’s all good fun.
So let’s take a look at the beginning of The Sellout. Is this enough to draw you in? (Book Beginnings is hosted by Rose City Reader)
This may be hard to believe, coming from a black man, but I’ve never stolen anything. Never cheated on my taxes or at cards. Never snuck into the movies or failed to give back the extra change to a drugstore cashier indifferent to the ways of mercantilism and minimum-wage expectations. I’ve never burgled a house. Held up a liquor store. Never boarded a crowded bus or subway car…
And it goes on in similar fashion. The interesting thing about the narrative is how linear it is NOT. I think if readers go in with the expectation that they’re going to get a straight-forward narrative, they’re going to be sorely disappointed.
I’m not to this point in the story yet, but here’s what’s happening at 56% in my Kindle copy of The Sellout. (The Friday 56 is hosted by Freda over at Freda’s Voice.)
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#friday56 "Led by Nestor Lopez, who was ten lengths ahead of the pack, galloping in for his reward money, Sheila's classmates were being shepherded over the concrete plains, marched through the drizzle and past the rows of thatch tarpaper-roofed bungalows, windows glassed with newsprint and colored construction paper. Buildings in such disrepair they made the one room African schoolhouses on late-night television damn near look like college lecture halls in comparison.
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