![]() ![]() He’s used to being with himself, into his own mind, nodding or just ignoring everytime he’s attacked and nobody seems to muster up the courage to say something. Wallace is confined to a hermetically sealed world and the oxygen is running out. But I’ve learned that objectivity is useless and Brandon Taylor’s craft is just another supporting argument. This would be the so-called objective way of describing this book. Wallace is gay, black, comes from Alabama and is part of a biochemistry PhD programme in a predominantly white university. His most prominent and articulate talent is the portrayal of emotion, by creating a sense of undeniable closeness between the reader and the characters. It is, indeed, a book about race, about graduate education, queerness, trauma, but most of all about the way all of these intersect so uniquely in Brandon Taylor’s writing. ![]() ![]() I read this book as part of an anti-racist reading group in my college, but I find it hard to say this is a book about race. ![]()
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