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Part of this is a great comedic novel, which blends satire (more on that in a minute), absurdism (the dialog between Everetts vision of Ted Turner and Everetts parody of himself are hilarious examples of how much comedic mileage can be gotten out of two bizarre characters acting bizarre around each other), and pop culture riffs (true to the title, you get parodies of at least three Sidney Poitier movies in this book - I picked up on Guess Whos Coming to Dinner, The Lilies of the Field and, of course, In the Heat of the Night, and wouldnt be surprised if there were a couple more Id missed), part of it is a novel whose loose but coherent structure is liberating for me as a writer, and part of it is a bomb raid on American racism. Basically a testament to how effective the no fucks given approach can be if its applied to targets that are actually worth wrecking and not simply used to get attention.Read it, read Erasure, read as much Percival Everett as you can get your hands on. Why this guy isnt up for greatest living novelist status is beyond me.
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