![]() This joyous, tongue-in-cheek rant serves to instantly blend a matey camaraderie with Beatty. The prologue in The Sellout, the one Paul Beatty uses plunger-like to suck us in, is one of the most hilarious beginnings of a novel in recent times. The Sellout is the literary equivalent of bungee jumping, attached to a 286-page-long unbreakable elastic cord. ![]() ![]() Coyote across the ramp and wohoo! down below, limbs flapped together in crazy elation and goofy abandon.ĭoesn’t matter what the preparatory rituals (or the lack of) are, once you take the plunge and are into the upper-spheres you’re in for one helluva, inexplicable ride - guaranteed. There are those who stand there on the cantilevered bungee ramp, arms akimbo and eyes spread in wide ellipses, lips nervously wetted, looking at fellas for reassurances and thumbs-ups, gazing at the clouds for His blessings…Īnd then there are those who flash like Wile E. ![]()
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