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Ibrahim Khan's avatar

Must read 💎💕📚💕💎

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J. Matson Heininger's avatar

I finished James the other day these were my thoughts and comments. Only one fellow's opinion, mine. I finished reading this year's Booker Prize winner, James, it kept me going, a short little novel probably considered profound today, and parts of it were. I liked it. Everett stole from Twain, and he stole from Styron, and he added some profound thoughts. But when I compare it to the Booker Prize winner of 1992, Sacred Hunger, by Barry Unsworth, a large novel much more profound, and more ambitious; slavery and society delt with differently and more completely, to me it represents the demise of literature in the last 32 years. Comparatively Small books have become large ones... Where are the Sacred Hungers? Where are the Huckleberry Finns? Where are the Confessions of Nat Turners?

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