RATING: | 100% |
FORMAT: | Book |
Unusually perspicacious novel about White supremacy written by someone who has a lot to gain from its perpetuation; namely, a White, middle class male. Irving Wallace’s Jewishness helps him understand the situation of Blacks, so they’ve never criticized him for representing them unrealistically. Angry Whites condemned it – however - the author receiving death threats on first publication in 1964.
Interestingly, if a Black had written it, it would have been less likely to have made the New York Times’ bestseller list. Few Whites come-off very well here, and Whites could then have easily dismissed it as anti-White propaganda. Thus, the book - itself - is ironic monument to the enduring legacy of Western culture’s arrogance in being squarely aimed at Whites who either knew little about their own ethnic complicity or who cared just as little about it.
Still highly relevant.
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