Books I Read in January
Books I Read in February
Sense and Sensibility
Who Moved My Cheese?
It only took an hour to read, so it doesn't really count. I want to talk about it anyway because it's changed people's lives. It sold over 10 million copies. I have applied it to my life, and I'm glad I read it.
I love African American literature because of the psychological complexity of racism. (I’m not one of those martyred, white-guilt people who read it to feel morally superior. It’s just dang good art.) When white people write about racism, their work is often bland and straightforward – they see in black and white, if you’ll excuse the pun.
African Americans get into the nitty gritty of it. They blur the line between right and wrong, they talk about how racism affects emotions, society, the family, feelings of self-worth, and best of all, how people react to impossible situations. Wright depicts an evil black man, points his finger at the whites, and says, “This is your fault. You did this.” It was powerful.