Much like my Loving Review and in class discussions my feelings towards the novel are precisely the same. All my points and arguments have been said several times and seem rather pointless at this point. This novel feels like a task rather than enjoyment and while many see that I usually find reading to be a privilege and reward than a chore. I find the topics in PEC to be compelling and moving but like stated countless times there not appropriately utilized. And before I continue, I want to say in a technical aspect or grammatical this novel is excellent. Kristen Greens narrative is easy to follow. Everything besides that I disliked. The storytelling and lack of emotion and the white guilt aspect.
When she speaks about her grandfather being a racist and what not it seems like she's guilty or ashamed and while many would feel that I feel she stretched it out severely. Just because you have a racist heritage doesn't mean you should feel guilty or feel shame. And that shame you feel is not in any way comparable to the oppression blacks felt in America. I almost laugh at the idea of a privileged white woman comparing her struggles to people who were literally killed for trying to join a system. I digress. This book does a poor job of showing empathy and compassion. It also does a poor job in explaining the struggles of the time. If you need to really read and re-read the text to feel emotion the way I did or to imagine what those time felt like its because there's none there. This book is a textbook example of dry reading. Maybe its because a journalist wrote this and like stated in class journalist have a more objective-minded political stance than a heartfelt entertainment poise. None the less this book was like trying to cut steak with a butter knife.
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